Genie in a Bottle
By Ron Smith

Along the beach
In the sands
An old strange bottle
From faraway lands.
Pick it up
Take it home
Claim it yours.
It seems sealed so tight
But their words fall in
And echo inside.
You know what is in it
Is long since dead--
A broken tenant.
They ignore its opaque shell
And assume that what they put in
Remains in an unseen hell.
It all flows in
They think it won't come out
But it has a bottom,
You want to shout!
Once it seems too full
The lid comes off
And appears a magic genie
In a sudden puff of smoke.
They all fall down
Bodies crumpling
Bones crunching
And adrenaline rushing.