The Devil's Blues
In the depths of hell, where flames do dance,
The Devil sits, with a troubled glance.
His business is down, his clients are few,
And he's starting to feel a bit blue.
"Oh, woe is me," he cries with despair,
"Why does no one come to hell anymore?"
He sips his martini, lost in thought,
As he ponders the conundrum he's caught.
Maybe i…
