The Receptionist

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.