Democrats stepped out to lunch with out to lunch Joe.
A place with an ancient menu,  called Satan's Barbecue.
They've got reservations, it's a favored hot spot in Hell.
A place packed with d-rat elites, who did themselves well.
Entrees are variations on satan's famous pablum.
Gluttony is encouraged, greed is no problem.
Dress up how you like, dragqueens are allowed.
Guests are admonished to keep their heads bowed.
The meats are well done, scorched to the bone.
The remnants of sinners who forgot to atone.
The prices are cheap, most guests are pre-paid.
 Rewards they've all earned, that won't be delayed.
It's too late for salvation, it's not on Satan's menu.
Reservations can't be transferred to a heavenly venue.
Your beds have been pre-made, in Hotel Hell.
Satan guarantees, you won't be sleeping to well.
The heat's turned way up, the screams neverending.
Don't pray for escape, it's too late for ascending.
This is what happens when Satan claims your soul.
All his bribes you accepted, this was your final goal.
Was your soul too high a price to pay for your doom.
When for eternity in flames your flesh is consumed.
D.L. Crockett -- 10/24/22