A poem about trickle down economics.
The only stuff that trickles down
Is stuff the rich don’t want around.
Min. wage jobs and high cost loans
And enough to eat to be skin and bones.
The truth (which I express in rhyme):
McDonalds gets rich, a fry at a time.
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