A sample poem from the book, POEMS FROM AN AVERAGE JOE: A COLLECTION. Copyright 2004 by Joe Fleckenstein.

Hitler invited Satan to dinner, the winter of ’39, luring
the fiery Demon with recipes of crimes against
humanity, while portraying himself as Fuhrer, leader,
and hero; as Japanese Zeroes flew Pacific skies and
brought horror to Pacific nations, Adolf concocted a
scheme even more grand: Blame the Jews and evoke a
reign of terror; the fairer ones’ skin the healthier in
Nazi social clubs – avoid the pubs graced by the Torah,
only frequent those displaying a Swastika. No dietary
restrictions, limitations, or calculations of caloric
intake; this recipe would shake the foundations of Man
and the Kingdom of God, only needing the Devil’s
approval.

Satan’s pyrogenic personality began to shine.“Young
Adolf, in five years time you conquer Europe and
England, then stab Russia from behind. Capture Stalin
and drink his blood, eat his brains and roll in the mud,
until covered from head to toe in earthy goo. Obey me,
and you’ll never lose.”

Hitler, disgusted with his guest, rebuked, “You force
me to puke. I am no animal, and certainly not a
cannibal. Why must you alter my recipe? Here, calm
your nerves with some hot tea.”

Satan drew a sulphuric sigh, lit a cigar and adjusted his
tie. “With you I shall never again dine. And in six
years you will be mine. Go ahead and burn your Jews.
I’d rather dine on a monster like you.”