One night the devil was conversing
With his expectant Herman Cain,
When suddenly he started cursing
And Herman thought, “I’m down the drain.”
“Please, Brother,” Herm said, “on the level
I promised you I’d raise the devil.
And you can see I’ve kept my vow.
What more can I do for you now?”
“You promised me a devilocracy,”
Old Satan said. “With me in charge.
And you ambassador-at-large.
And so I curse you for hypocrisy.”
“But, Satan, in our politics
You can’t flat tax at 6-6-6.”