Buddy Bee Anthony

Bronze Star - 2,941 Points (Portland Oregon)

Trickle Down - Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

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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 do you like the taste
How do you like the feel
eating 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: Thursday, March 2, 2017


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