Sailors confused her home with a bottle of their favorite drink, releasing her accidentally. They callously pitched her green housing to the sand upon discovering the error. She decided no wishes would be granted upon seeing the multitude of lecherous and treacherous men. It was wise to remain out of sight. They didn’t deserve her help, nor would she be a slave to them and their filthy, disgusting wishes.
Besides, thinking to herself – Why would I ever go back to that little space when I’m out here in paradise? No, the genie is not getting back in the bottle.
I Write Her 
Excellent! Good for her.
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Yup, Sorrows Are Damn Good Swimmers
They pour in two by two as the drink pours out
Noah never knowing any better as he mused
“she’s smart that Genie to go with flow,
and get out of the way,
Pitiful,
drunkard lechards getting more so
staring into the bottom of the bottle
wondering
how all the things they drank away
are frolicking in there
at the bottom of the bottle
mocking them
waving and laughing and waving some more
all freshened up with a swim
waiting to taunt them
when they wake in the morning.”
Dead fish. Yup, they go with the flow.
Sorrows are the best swimmers.
Maybe Noah didn’t need an Ark.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
A New Home….by Susi Bocks!
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Wow! What an imagination….
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Thank you, Reena! I appreciate that!
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good one. could explain why genies, when they get tired of renting and decide to buy, prefer glass houses. 🙂
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LOL Could be?!? 😉
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Good for her to reject servitude.
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