They don't remember the rules.
The rules to the genie.
All of them forget the three wishes.
I'm not a genie, yet they think so
They think that they have unlimited wishes.
Every wish they expect me to obey.
To the very command they give,
I have no freedom.
Their wishes keep me locked.
When I bring up the rules, They tell me no.
From the wishes to commands, the three already spent.
There's not a single one, that I fully fulfill.
I'm not a genie,
Not the one of three wishes.
There are none.
They've ran out of the three.