hey judas, this might be the very last time
to talk to you as if everything's alright
how to fall asleep as soundly as you do
knowing you brought this big old snafu.
hey judas, bring your bag of dirty silver coins
to the fire where they ultimately burn
don't ever come across them nor rejoin
their pretty forks will pierce you as you yearn
hey judas, this might be the very last time
to talk to you if it is alright for you this time
i have done the same thing as your crime
and now I'm waiting, passing the wintertime
YOU ARE READING
the far side | poetry
Poetrydon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
