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