The Devil And Modern Art Poem by Evie Johnson

Listen close and I'll tell you a story
of an artist who forgot
He paved his way through trechorous streets
not knowing what he sought.
A stroke of narcotic genius
That brought him creative bliss
As the glaze covered his star-sparked eyes
He waited for the devil's kiss
He picked up the pen
and signed away his soul
For the admirers he always dreamed of
Who would love him until he's old
Then heads turned and sparks flew
As something new rolls in
And he curses at the world
while finishing off his gin
He said, 'I am an artist! I am great! '
And the devil whispered back
'You were great until the spotlight turned
and now you're mine at last.'