Booze Demon Poem by Aram Stefanian

Pam is visiting her old buzzard planted in a graveyard;
An impersonal marble angel is looking down at the grave
Where lies a bunch of red tulips with a weird X-mas postcard:
Honey, catch you later in hell: your soul I am gonna save.
Puzzled and blowing a fuse, Pam throws the flowers away.
''I wish I knew who that closet bitch is, '' she is thinking
When she hears a voice in her head, ''You're under my sway.
To chill out, you should get down to some serious drinking.''
''What the hell are you? '' Pam freaks and flies into a rage.
''I am a doorkeeper to guide you thru the dark passageway, ''
She hears, ''We'll be painting the hell red till the end of age.''
Pam tries to wake up, but the booze demon has washed her away.