I Took Satan's Throne

I strolled into Hell like a VIP/ Satan said, "what's this nonsense I see"/ "Bro, I out evil you", I smirked with glee/ Then he rage-quit chess, forfeiting to me/ God gasped, his jaw hit the floor/ "I designed Satan, what is this lore"/ I shrugged, "he misplayed the Sicilian once more"/ "Then fell for a joke about the grocery store"/ He plotted doom, storms brewed with fire/ I told him his shoes looked thrift store expired/ Satan sulked, his schemes backfired/ Turns out, sarcasm makes Hell retired/ I sat on his throne, twirled his pitchfork high/ Demons threw confetti, unsure why/ I changed the rules, now Hell serves pie/ With a side of laughter, eternal supply/ Satan begged, "Give me my throne back please"/ I said, "Not till you learn jokes with ease"/ He tried a pun; it made Hell freeze/ God choked on ambrosia, what a tease/ Now Hell's a comedy club, tickets are free/ Demons heckle; Angels sip tea/ Satan sighs, "I was supposed to be scary"/ I said, "Buddy, you lost to me, hilarious, truly"/ I dethroned the Prince of Darkness fair/ Taught him memes and split his despair/ God just watched, wide-eyed in prayer/ "Never again," He whispered midair/