Buddy Bee Anthony


Trickle Down - Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

How could Smarty Jones lose at the Belmont Stakes
Around the final stretch, looked like dirty money
had the jock put on the 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 like the 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
like superstars, ,
Seersucker suits
gold cuff-links,
Patent Leather shoes
Above and beyond the fast track
We'd party like a heart attack.
When HMO's swept through
all dad could do was sell used cars
Job prospects have become
slim and none
for my father and his son
Tell me how's 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: Wednesday, August 10, 2016


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