The Life and Times of an Independent Performer: The Tale of Marco
There once was a boy named Marco,
Who spent all his time in the parko,
Until one fine day, he got up and said "Hey!
I don't need to live in the darko!"
So he gathered his bags and he left,
But the parcels he just could not heft!
So instead of the bags, he balled up some rags,
And invented a game--how deft!
"Find the coin!" he'd say to the crowd--
Though usually his voice was quite loud--
He soon grew quite rich, found his own lil' niche;
T'was many a people he wowed!
To Rockland his travels did go,
Where he saw a young man, and Oh!
A marvelous treat, to find someone so neat!
Too bad your income's quite low!
The young man he met yet again,
So he asked him to play til' a win
The young lad was hot, and lose he did not
(Poor Marco thought losing a sin!)
So Marco tagged long' with the lad,
Expanded his empire a tad,
Til' the war had been fought and the evil was wrought
Now his adventures were over, how sad!
He thus led a vigorous life,
A long one, with hardly a strife!
But if you see him around, hear this advice oh-so sound,
Escape if you value you life!
Because HE WILL RIP YOU OFF!
The End