take a look in the mirror
and tell me what you see
does the image satisfy
you must reveal to me
how you truly feel inside
when the reflection gleams
is this your one desire
with me we’ll make your dreams
I come from another place
a place where magic’s real
with the snap of my finger
I can do as you will
be careful what you wish for
I’ll rearrange the deal
you’ll get what you want and then
the dream will soon be killed
I’m a trickster by nature
a rather good one too
I’ll hear your wish word for word
but it still won’t come true
with the thought of happiness
I think I’d rather spew
if you give my lamp a rub
Death’ll be waiting for you
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 