
Trickle Down
My boss’s boss lives a few floors above.
He’s a nice enough guy, we can talk sports
but he’s used to sitting in the skybox
while I’m in the cheap seats.
His boss lives in the penthouse
with an express elevator
to a private multicar garage
but I can tell when he’s home
because there’s a leak in his toilet
he won’t fix since he isn’t bothered
but the mess gets bigger the further it flows,
raining upon the poor and middle class alike.
There’s only one thing trickling down,
dear reader, and it ain’t money.
(Two weeks until Election Day. Vote early, if you can.)
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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Glad you liked it.
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Great poem, Bartholomew! Such a vivid storyline.
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Thank you. “Vivid” is being kind to the image.
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