Three Hundred and Thirty-One Days
The House of Representatives hosted George Santos,
For three hundred and thirty-one days too long.
Through control and power, he blundered along.
Such a system of politics so misguided and wrong,
Cynicism took hold with the strain of the throng.
Time dragged on in a world of more memories,
And he knew his time there was ever so wrong.
But with hope he kept forging a path to the serene,
With dreams of a future so far, and so strong.
So his tenure he finished with a heavy heart and wrung,
Leaving behind his three hundred and thirty-one days so long.
