Believing in me as you do,
doesn’t it make you feel a bit
like I’m some sort of Judas,
every time I fail to be
as wonderful as you hope me to be?
If only I could get
even thirty pieces of silver
for every disappointment —
we would be rich beyond belief.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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