A Poem by Thomas B. Buckman

A new start perhaps...

It takes one to know one
It takes me to know you
I made my decision
now here, I sit and chew..

Sold my soul
not to the devil
that would make sense,
the pay scale is level...

I get free meals
..a weekly paycheck
don't mind the barcodes
printed on my neck

For I am but flesh,
a little mind
and long bones

but all I ever wanted
was to groove to my own tone.

© 2011 Thomas B. Buckman

Author's Note

Thomas B. Buckman
Umm, I may be a tad rusty.

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Added on December 13, 2010
Last Updated on January 10, 2011


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..