I am my own master
My masters use to be the ones always in control
But now I seek revenge on them I am really on a role
They always got three wishes which they asked for by demand
And I was forced to grant them by the wave of ether hand
For a thousand years I put up with all their junk
But now that I am free I will stuff them in a trunk
Their demands very selfish and always the same
All they ever wanted was the fortune and the fame
But little did they know demands all have their price
And once they see me again they’d be wishing they were nice.
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