Judas 2.0 OR Another day in life

As we walked to Jerusalem,
The men, they shaved often,
And I sold them the alum,
To make their skin soften. 

Outside Jerusalem, bright and sunny,
After taking all their money,
I asked of them,
Why they needed to dress up,
To meet their prophet,
While handing me, my neat profit. 

Son of God they said,
Would be very well bred,
And disciples,
Couldn't be rotten apples,
An ideal brood for an ideal man. 

So I shook them by their hands,
Bought meself some clothes, all new,
And looked dapper,
While they whipped a poor pauper,
That christian, born a jew.