Context: The below wordings are the musings of an inebriated drunkard to other drunkards he is partying with
There sits a lady wicked
At the gates of heaven and hell
She wears high heels, huge ear rings,
Dark lipstick and rimmed glasses as well.
She has dark eyes, crooked jaw
And sports a snotty smile.
She is corrupt, she is cunning,
She is uncouth, prejudiced and vile.
Sitting behind the ominous desk,
She helps people to their place in afterlife,
Some accept happily
And some others grimace.
There are those who cajole her
Either by gifts or by praise;
To let them pass by
Through the forbidden gates.
We can do the same, my brethren
And change our luck,
Because the game of fate
Is won or lost by a nip or tuck.
There is hope my people
For now let’s sin and rejoice
We can win over the receptionist,
With a deception or devoice.