Don't try to cheat it,
Everyone's got to go.
All your cryin's wasted,
To Hell, you can't say No.
Here's Satan now, and you've been basted,
So enjoy the ride, until you're tasted.

Don't fret or moan,
On this day, there'll be no phone,
Oh you're gonna' be sad.
Really, you've been awfully, awfully BAD.

J.B. LeBuert

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/satan-s-waitin/