Judas Priest

Judas Preist

 

He counted his money

Stack by stack. Fraternised

With the well adorned

Women at the altar of shewbread.

Threw his goodwill offering

Of loose change to the

Winos and skag heads

That loitered around the

Gates of the church.

 

He used to be like that u no.

Homeless and destitute.

Couch surfing and glue sniffing

Scavenging bin bags for a 

Morsel to eat.  Hand out outside

Mc Donald’s begging loose change.

 

Then he found God

Or as the streets put it

God found him. He couldn’t 

Get any lower really.  Turning

Tricks in the local park’s

Garden of remembrance at

Twilight. To fed his drug addiction 

and nourish himself.

 

Yes the lord found him when 

He got a community order for

Gross indecency. 200 hours

Of picking up litter with the

Nonces and the petty crooks.

 

 

But that was then but now

Pays his debt to society

By singing hymns to the universe

And collecting the tithes he

Mumbles over in prayer at the 

Make shift altar. Then shoves 

The proceeds in his silk lined pockets

 

Still somethings never change

Truth of the matter he will always 

Be a Judas at heart to me.

 

Sean Benjamin