Judas Poem by John Thorkild Ellison
Judas
Rating: ★2.3
Tired of his endless guilt,
He rode his motorbike to Gethsemane
And went out to strangle Jesus.
Coming home at last, he met his girl
And felt the tender swastika of love.
Monday, October 15, 2007
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4/23/2024 11:56:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
By gum Ellison, you're in cracking form. I shall forward that to some of my correspondents (with due acknowledgements) .