Buddy Bee Anthony


Trickle Down - Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

How could Smarty Jones lose the Belmont Stakes
Around the final stretch, looked like dirty money
had their jock put on his brakes
35-1
Birdstone, shot down Smarty's Triple Crown
Ronnie Reagan cashed in his last trickle down
how's your trick, trick
trickle down trick
tricklin down now
How's your trick, trick, trickle down trick
tricklin down now

How's it taste
How do you feel
eating your greasy home spun trickle down meal
Tell me, how's your trick, trick
trickle down trick,
Tricklin down.
How's your trick, trick
trickle down trick
tricklin down now

Back in the day
we were livin large
makin money hand over fist
Closin down the bars
pin-striped suits
cuff-links
Florsheim Shoes
We were fast track superstars
When HMO's swept through

all dad could do was sell used cars
Job prospects were slim and none
for my father and his son
Tell me how does your trick, trick
trickle down trick
trickle down now
how does your trick, trick
trickle down trick
trickle down for you now

Buddy Bee Anthony

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 29, 2016


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