My stomach got wrinkled when trickle-down tinkled on me Got flat at that but got there the hard way through poverty And got to be not there when nobody cared thick to thin Becoming concave when trying to save my sanity Losing it then again it appealed to my vanity To make do by grace taking up less space losing to win Getting to know bones through skin letting outside sidle in Because where I had been there was no there there anymore An effect of the economy on me I could see Or not see as the case may be for part of me was gone But what was left kept right on going and improving on The loss of gain by proving less is more and moving on Sculpted through subtraction when the forces of reaction Trickled-down and tinkled on me to their satisfaction Stressful though successful then a body I could die for My diet (do not try it) of the crazy and the poor +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII