The Genie

A black guy knew he had it made
when the old brass bottle he found in
the back yard turned out to have a genie in it.
Any three wishes he had would be granted, the genie informed him.

“I wanna be rich,” said the black man.
The back yard filled up with chests of gold
coins and jewels in the blink of an eye.

“I’m no fool,” said the black man.
“I wanna be white.” And there he stood, white,
blonde-haired and blue-eyed.

“Thirdly, I never want to work another day in my life.”
And he was black again.


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