500 Days in a Black Hole

Sharon, ambitious of immortal shame,

Fame's dead-wall daubed with his illustrious name-

Served in the Senate, for our sins, his time,

Each word a folly and each vote a crime;

Law for our governance well skilled to make

By knowledge gained in study how to break;

Yet still by the presiding eye ignored,

Which only sought him when too loud he snored.

Auspicious thunder!-when he woke to vote

He stilled his own to cut his country's throat;

That rite performed, fell off again to sleep,

While statesmen ages dead awoke to weep!

For sedentary service all unfit,

By lying long disqualified to sit,