That wicked artist captured me

his oils and skill built my cage

I was innocent of this calumny 

that others felt I was engaged

in secret they arranged a savant

to paint my image as a portrait 

to reside with other public servants

for generations to commemorate 

my ego got me where I am

I agreed and now reside

amongst those other political shams

in guilded frames nowhere to hide

from this rotunda we've seen it all

kings and queens to orange tycoon

We hang here forever in silent marvel 

Now forced to watch a horned buffoon