Life of the Party

A chunk of tinsel in her hair,
she works the room and doesn’t care
where she’ll end up when she is dead—
“I’ve friends on either side,” she’s said.
Half-angel and half-demonspawn,
she parties ‘til the booze is gone.
Then in the morning, eyes still bright,
she ventures out into the light.
Her suit fresh-pressed—it’s Kenneth Cole—
she squirms her tail out through its hole.
Her halo gleaming on her smirk,
she winks at God and goes to work.