Sold to an Angel
I sold my soul to angel
She told me that in exchange
For unspeakable suffering
A life of relative
Perhaps genteel poverty
Of a general lack of sex
Of being greatly vex
And cursed like a hex
I would be free of spirit
Fleet of foot
And well fed like a mutt
That I would have artistic powers
Love that comes down in showers
That I would give power to the wymins
We agreed that they needed it
And that the world
Would be better for it
Oh and before I fergit
She said that I would be the shit
But that I wouldn't always know it
That the truth would come in flashes
And I'd always have to face the dishes
Povey 2013