Buddy Bee Anthony

Silver Star - 3,229 Points (Portland Oregon)

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 their 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 does it taste

How do you like the feel
eatin your greasy,
home cooked 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
pin striped suits
gold cuff-links

spit shined shoes
When HMO's swept through
all my pops and me could do
was sell used cars
Job prospects were now
slim and none
for my father and his son
Tell me how's your trick, trick
trickle down trick
tricklin down now
how's your trick, trick
trickle down trick
tricklin 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: Saturday, July 8, 2017


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