The Devil's Banquet

Some years from now the Devil throws a banquet – In hell, of course – where he alone unquestionably rules: A banquet table plated for greedy fools: to his right, Barack seated; with Hilary at his heated left; Bidden, unable to tell where he is – so after a brief, delirious spell, decides himself quite content with just the odious, strangely familiar smell – Hunter doing some cooking – agents told to shy from looking – ordered not to allow lawful booking: Pelosi and Schumer, for the first time realizing themselves entirely powerless...yet, hopelessly addicted to procuring votes, hotly plot how to send the Squad copious asbestos notes – His Majesty offers them, another plate of hot coals, with a side-dish of charred souls – some fur lined totes, to go with stylish Arctic coats –