Not Dressed for Heaven

Pearls at my throat, Black on my eyes. I reached the gates Right before five. He looked at my dress, Then looked at his list. "Sorry, Miss Vyrex, you can't enter like this." I'm not dressed for heaven. Apparently no. Too much black satin, Not enough halo. Not dressed for heaven. What can I say? If white is required, I'll come back another Day. He checked my heels. He checked my name. Asked if I'd brought any guilt Or shame. I showed him my gloves. He wasn't impressed. It's not about fashion. Then why mention the dress? I'm not dressed for heaven. They won't let me through. My sins might be fine, But apparently not my shoes. Not dressed for heaven. The rules are severe. No black after midnight. Then why am I here? "Could I speak to someone?" He pointed below. I laughed. "Oh, darling, I know people down there Already, you know." Not dressed for heaven, So cancel my stay. Keep all the angels. I'll find my own way. Not dressed for heaven. That's perfectly well. If heaven has standards, I'll over-dress for hell.