Grandma Chris

Hey Mr. Tangerine Man. Tell the truth for me

I’m not stupid and there is no place you’re running to

Hey Mr. Tangerine Man. Tell the truth for once

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come shadowing you

Though I know your MAGA empire has returned to your command.

Damaging our land.

Let us boldly make a stand. We are not sleeping.

Your truthlessness amazes me. You lied on your defeat.

I have one goal to meet.

To fill our empty streets with voters dreaming

Hey Mr. Tangerine Man. Talk to me for once

I’m not stupid, and there is no place for running to

Hey Mr. Tangerine Man. Talk to me. Don’t post.

In your mangled social media, I’m not following you.

You’ve begun to trip. Upon your lying, sinking ship.

Your common sense was stripped.

Your hands too small to grip.

Your round and pouting lips.

Wait only for my foot steps to come wandering

I’m ready to meet anywhere. I’m ready for your fakes

Our country is at stake

Cast your lying spells away. I promise I’m not under it.

Hey Mr. Tangerine Man. Play no games with me.

I’m not stupid and there is no place you’re running to.

Hey Mr Tangerine Man. Face the facts and me.

In the jingle jangle morning, I’ll be questioning you.

Though you hate to hear the laughing, swinging madly at everyone

Laughs aren’t aimed at anyone.

Just at you full on the run.

And but for the sky. There is a fence you’re facing

The days you’ll mark with tracings…your total life of crime

And your prison term in time

You’re just a ragged clown behind

With an aging, feeble mind

The truth’s a shadow you’re seeing. It’s come chasing.

Hey Mr. Tangerine Man. Tell the truth for once.

I’m not stupid and there is no place for running to.

Hey Mr. Tangerine man. Talk to Grandma Chris

In the jingle jangle morning, I’ll be shadowing you.