There once was a Marco who lived in a shoe.

Had so many regrets, didn’t know what to do.

He sat in his meetings without making a peep.

Then beat himself senseless, and in shame, fell asleep.

Yes he once was called Senator, such an august position.

Now Secretary of State for the Orange King’s derision.

Will he ever be free of this stain, or the stench?

His reputation in tatters. His butt on the bench.

No Marco, you’ve earned this. Poor choices you made.

Just a footnote you are in the Mad Kings tirade.

History will not treat you kindly. Your light it must fade.

Made a fool, a nitwit and loser. What a bed you have made.

So sleep little Marco and rest while you’re able.

Till the hammer comes down with your nutz on the table.