My Muse is a Djinn.
I don't know why I didn't figure it out before but there's no time for musing about it now.
Shit's going down out west and I have nothing but a pissed-off Djinn/Muse in my pocket.
But at least I have a pissed-off Djinn/Mus(more)e who has no choice but to do what I tell her to do.
There's gonna be hell to pay when this is over but if we can survive an apocalypse I'll be happy to deal with it then.
But now, I have to get out of this desert oasis and head west, hell, I'm not even dressed for the end of the world.
She wasn't kidding when she said I'm not prepared.
No time to waste so I untwist the lid off the jar and my Muse mists into form.
"You little bitch!"
I knew she'd be pissed but I didn't expect her to slap me across the face.
"I'll give you one," I tell her, "but don't get used to it. It's temporary anyway, I'll release you after you help me."
"Yeah right,that's what they all say."
She mumbles under her breath and I pretend I don't hear her.
"You didn't have to be so sneaky,you could have just asked me nicely,"she's pouting and I don't have time for this shit. I don't know Djinn-politics but I know she has to do what I tell her to do.
"The bottles,get me the bottles now.I don't care how,just figure out a way to get those three bottles before Asmodeus-"
She not-so-pleasantly holds out her hand and waves them in front of my face.
"These? You mean the three bottles you only had to ask me for instead of fucking enslaving me bitch!"
"Uh,yeah,those," I say.
I suck at saving the world.(less)
When we were young
It was something so dynamic
So confusing, confounding
You quite possibly couldn't understand it
Always hoping that you would wind up getting one.
That small piece of paper
(more) With incredible significance and meaning
At least when I was in grade 6
I had a few passed to me in my day
I laugh as I look back on them now
My good friend always said to me as I got them
"If you open that, I'm telling the teacher"
Needless to say, that never happened
What was a young boy to do?
Excited by the thought of meaning something to someone
Yet too young to really comprehend the situation
Love, feelings, relationships
All a pipe dream that you felt you understood
But nothing more than a learning experience at that age
It was how things went back then
"Child's play", you could call it.
I bet they sit in a box somewhere now
Waiting for a day when I'm old and frail
And searching for memories
It was all so much easier back then
Elementary dreams of those on the edge
Of life, love, and learning
Kids passing notes