We met at a Blues club in Chicago
I explained what I thought I would need
He retrieved his calculator
And inquired...shall we proceed?
Your hands will serve as down payment
He looked up at me with a smile
And I took his bait fully knowing
That I might be here for a while
Your mind is the compounded interest
For the remaining contractual time
I took a hot gulp from my coffee
He slowly sipped his red wine
Your heart is the principle balance
For this sordid mortgage affair
His service seemed rather expensive
Though I was too desperate to care
Your soul the discounted grand total
For all costs here clearly defined
He slid the contract across the table
I needed only to sign
He watched me with anticipation
Delighted he passed me the quill
But I could not bring myself to it
I choked on the weight of his bill
Perturbed at my audacious consternation
His face blazing scarlet with rage
With my declination apparent
He vanished engulfing the page
There are times I admit I regret it
For I lost what my life may have been
I know I will burn if the offers' returned
Lord forgive me... my impending sin
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