Applause for our guest, Mr. Judas Iscariot
welcome kind sir, to the Basildon Marriot
feel free to take water, both sparkling and still,
(that means it’s got bubbles, pumped in, if you will)

The flock have some questions, and these include
‘did you plant the kiss, on the Nazarene dude?’
the reason we ask, without casting aspersions:
vicarious volumes with varying versions

So sat round the table, to eat your last dinner
were you encouraged to act like a sinner?
or was your motive, as some have accused
to trouser the coins, so they can be used

To purchase more wine to be eagerly swilled
after the winsome wordsmith’s been killed
and drown out your guilt to no longer linger
on your dubious conscience for pointing the finger

‘It was not betrayal!’ came the cry from his lungs
‘I’m just not the type to take silvery bungs
the Jew will tell you, I did nothing bad
he knew what would happen, and so did his dad’

The jury is in; we have made up our mind
what you did was naïve, perhaps not unkind
but in this day and age, as it came to pass
we do like the truth, but we don’t like a grass