A Poem by Thomas B. Buckman

Love thy neighbor.
Make him suffer..
Thats not right?
Chew whale blubber..
Make no sense?
Neither do you..
With your gelled hair,
and a bad attitude..

You say that you care
about right and wrong..
I dont believe you..
Just go ask Tom.
He's the guy you poke fun at
He's the guy you ignore..
He knows alot about history..
Especially English folklore...

You think youre gonna change the world?
Why don't you start right now..
Come here, real close...
And I will tell you how.

Forget about the social classes
Start thinking of 
loving the masses..
And if you think that I'm not right..

are just not bright.

© 2009 Thomas B. Buckman

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This is really good. A nice little wake up call whether its to a specific person or to people in general. Well done.

Posted 7 Years Ago

This is very true!
For a second I wondered who exactly this was aimed towards, and then I realized, if I had written it, I would have aimed it towards Humanity as a whole.
Great job!

Posted 7 Years Ago

Real nice poem, love the message in it about thinking of others sometimes and not just always yourself, your words flow nicely and fit together very well. I think this is a really good job.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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cool! I loved the words and how they fit in.Great Read =)

Posted 8 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is a great poem. It has a nice flow and an overall nice feel to it.
Great job!

Posted 8 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on December 14, 2009


Thomas B. Buckman
Thomas B. Buckman

Osage Beach, MO

My name is Thomas Buckman. I was a twenty year old unemployed poet... Now I'm a 21 year old member of the United States Army. "My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and .. more..

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