NAPOWRIMO Day 4 12-bar blues

Here is my attempt at a 12-bar blues poem. I must admit I had so much fun with it. I work slowly, maybe in a few days I'll come up with a really good metaphor to describe the character of 'the man' in this poem.

My man said he'd live clean for the rest of his life.
Oh he said he'd live clean for the rest of his life.
Seems he couldn't count straight, he only made five.

I watched him smoke, snort, poke as long as I could,
I saw him smoke, snort, poke as long as I could;
'til I told the devil take him, he's no damn good.

My man threw me out the house with not a stitch on.
Oh he threw me out the house with not a stitch on.
I went back when the devil grinned, and he was gone.

He'll never be back, I see a firey sunset.
No, he'll never be back I see that firey sunset.
The devil don't give back what the devil done get.