The Weakling

I died in sin and forthwith went to Hell; I made myself at home upon the coals Where seas of flame break on the cinder shoals. Till Satan came and said with angry yell, "You there – divulge what route by which you fell." "I spent my youth among the flowing bowls, "Wasted my life with women of dark souls, "Died brothel-fighting – drunk on muscatel." Said he, "My friend, you’ve been directed wrong: "You’ve naught to recommend you for our feasts – "Like factory owners, brokers, elders, priests; "The air for you! This place is for the strong!" Then as I pondered, minded to rebel, He laughed and forthwith kicked me out of Hell.