crossroads in poetry

no guitar or crossroad is required
if you want to sell off your soul
you just need a three-piece suit
you just need a heart like a hole
the devil no longer waits at the
city’s edges like a beggar-thief
satan graduated to the penthouse
but the dude still has that pen
he still stands up there waiting
for you to take the easy way out
he simply has a better smile now