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 the brakes
36 to 1
Birdstone, shot down
Smarty's Triple Crown
Ronnie Reagan cashed in
his last trickle down.

Tell me,
how's your trick, trick,
trickle down, trick
tricklin down now
How's your trick, trick,
trickle down, trick
tricklin' down now.

How do you like the taste
How does it 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.
Pin striped suits
gold, cuff links
Florsheim shoes
Closin' down the bars
mad Superstars
When HMO's swept through
all we could do
was sell used cars
Job prospects were
slim and none
for my insurance selling father and his son
Tell us, 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

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Re-edited 01/01/2023 @ 8: 10 AM Pacific Standard Time