Name My Price
So The Devil demanded
I sell him my soul
And gave me no choice
But said I could name my price
I said I would take precisely nothing
Now like the sages of old
I have traded all that nothing
For a jug of wine and a bowl of rice
My soulessness has been sold
Now rice is my vice
And believe me it is nice
I no longer have a soul shaped hole
My soul is whole
Povey 2016