You call yourself a friend,nbut I must be the exceptionnthat proves the rule,nthat begs the question,ncan you open your mouthnand make a confession?nI don't mean a worm,njust to snag your attention.nBetrayed again, Judas blues.nnShould I lionize myself,nand rake in the contempt,ntry to chastise younfor not keeping me exemptnfrom all of these joysnof the usual blend,nmainly self-pity, self-hate and big syringe.nHang in there, Jesus blues.