Revisionist Poetry – “Orange Man”, v.4

Orange man, orange man — where do you go?
I go with my girl, to dinner and a show.

Orange man, orange man — what work do you do?
I am a cobbler by trade: I mend every shoe.

Orange man, orange man — why do we live?
To share what we have — love and laughter to give.

Orange man, orange man — how can you be so kind?
Because small earthly joys let heaven be found.