Urbane Hoodoo

I use Tiffany pins
and Lankton did my dolls.
My gris gris contains emeralds,
I serve only the better class of souls.

I'm as regal as
Marie was, I put my
blood in your cappucino.
Better lay a vacuum 'cross the doorway.

I keep my Jimson
in Lalique. I cut my
sister's husband's Berluti shoes.
She still lives alone with her Siamese cats.

I come expensive,
you northern fool. There is
nothing I can't expedite.
Drink my number nine potion; it's Cliquot.