Geniifuss-Geniius

Too long in here this time

Limp out of the lamp

Like a lump of congealed magic

Agonies of confinement cramp...

Jammed in a space vice, how would you like it?

Talking to your backside’s a real laugh

Not enough room to twitch a toe.

Oh for a prolonged airing or a Turkish bath.

Give me a moment will you!

I know I’m in your debt

Just think of a fern unfurling

For I’m nowhere near straight and upright yet.

Too long in here this time

Limp out of the lamp

Like a lump of congealed magic

Agonies of incarceration cramp…

And as for what should be myself

There’s more left in the lamp than out here

Give us a tick, hold onto that wish list

The solitary confinement’s in my head still needs to clear.

There’s no need to yell

You can’t shout at or bully a spell.

Yes, you’ve released me from an incommodious cell

But I’m just not feeling very well!

Too long in here this time

Limp out of the lamp

Like a lump of congealed magic

Agonies of incarceration cramp…

And you want me to do something for... you?

What about me? Lamp? How about a back rub?

A full medical and diagnosis? A chair?

Time off to rejoin my body, join an outward bound club

Instead of bound to be restrained.

How about a holiday, a short break?

Yes, I’m well aware I’m yours to command

But every joint is rusted up and barely awake.

Please, some consideration, some compassion.

You really are headstrong!

Well, if you insist... but I accept no responsibility

If all goes worse than wrong.

Too long in here, you see... this time

Limp out of the lamp

Like a lump of congealed magic

Agonies of confinement cramp…

Haven’t you seen the light yet?

I’m out of practice! Out of fizz!

And, I repeat: I AM OUT OF SORTS.

What did you say your name is?