Tuesday, September 08, 2020

by the back door

 

Judas Iscariot walks

In his mind the bad issues

Running in and out

He can't handle the hot potatoes


He shouldn't have joined up the bad

Now he faces his own dilemma

He has no value but shame in his mind

Though he has a sense of power


He still holds his 11 pieces of gold

Without it he will not become what he is

A man of the back door

He will always smell bad


On the bench he sits

Pondering his fate in time

The double snake he has become

The trust has gone in his mind


Judas Iscariot

The fate of history will record

How he play his game of cards

By the back door he collects his chair

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