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