Revisionist Poetry – “Orange Man”, v.5 (a more political narrative😉😉)

Orange man, orange man — where do you go?
To the podium downtown, where spotlights lay him low.

Orange man, orange man — what do you do?
I stack my name in steel and glass, sell certainty like glue.

Orange man, orange man — why do we live?
To fill the seats, to hold the roar — to take, to give, to give.

Orange man, orange man — how can you seem so kind?
I smile for cameras, mint a promise, trade a shadow for a shine.