Buy a bloody mary,
save the devil.  And an
omelette for youth- spinach,
swiss, onions, fries come with.
Watch the devil brew her
Bloody Mary, she's got more
of your time to take. 
She's not completley evil; she's
always sorta right. One
drink deep, and she's ready
to claim the vulnerable with a
smoking joke and a sting; the
Devil chugs before tasting
what she never got to feel.
Injecting caloric esteem, she
can laugh about it.  So you can too. 
One more for the devil, cheers
to a death too sweet to
miss!  Her life was just a question
until she found a slow, convivial end.
Some ketchup for the devil,
a full belly never hurt as much
as an empty chest, so drink
and eat with an evil-doer.
Don't miss a chance to booze
with the underground at a
splendid Sunday Brunch.