trickle trickle

I deliver furniture in the swankier parts of the Bay
Roaming the retreats of the rich most every day
Mountain lairs, architectural wonders
Mundane monstrosities, tasteless blunders
We went to Atherton to pick up a bed
Some simple reupholstery is what they said
for a venerated rapper and his vapid songbird bride
Their pool house had chandeliers inside
Fame he'd found as a poet of the mean streets
Now his guest bed has 2000 thread count sheets
We started disassembling, and to our dismay
the headboard was nine feet tall, i'd say
The cloth pristine, but they'd wearied of the color
They wanted something a bit less duller
Their personal assistant said with a cluck
"It weighs 400 lbs, please trot it out to your truck"
My partner and i heaved this monstrous load
Our parking space half a mile down the road
Then the diva bride gave a gasp and cry
"I've turned my ankle", she said with a sigh
The assistants fanned her and fluttered about
as the rapper released a stressed-out shout
"Lay her on the headboard!", he cried with a shriek
"The platinum golf cart don't arrive 'til next week!"
"Take her to the main house!", he roared like a lord
The assistants eased her up and called the switchboard
We struggled on our way, with neck veins popping
We requested a rest, but they'd have no stopping
We unloaded at the infirmary, then they shooed us on
When we got to our truck, everyone was gone
Now i'm not greedy, i don't like to whine
but perhaps some little tip was in line?
I've seen the rich with insider's eyes
though this moral might not be a surprise
Old rich and new rich seem much the same to me
They've all got the urologists's view of a trickle-down economy