All Write, Already!

Dear sweet genie
I know of your mischief
But I know in your heart of hearts
You're not quite so malicious



I suspect you'd understand
My bondage to my instabilities
And thus I appeal today to your
Compassionate nobility

If you could find it within yourself
To choose as your next patron
Myself, I'd make a simple job
To ease up my frustration

I'd ask of you only that
To help me live sans pain
With control over the chemical
Distribution of my brain

I myself could fill every wish
Without need of your magical hand
If I could have that one simple wish
Motivation on demand

(I could stop taking pills
Every morning and night
I wouldn't have to choose
Between fight or flight

I could finish my work
Without hesitation
Live every moment of life
Without gaps for stagnation

Make all the money
I could ever imagine
Complete all my goals
In an elegant fashion

And I'd never again waste
A single hour
For lack of basic
Human willpower)

And I'd want nothing else
No matter the magnitude
I'd wish all leftover magic
Back to you, in gratitude