Catastrophic, at best.

Catastrophic, at best.

A Poem by Thomas B. Buckman

When I tell of my high school mess,
I simply tell them,
it was catastrophic, at best

The people were mean
some teachers were s****y
but there I did learn
to be smart,
to be witty.

Still I tell them when they ask me the rest
I simply say, it was catastrophic, at best.

Some of my friends they ask of Sedalia
My stories I tell
but still, to describe it like the rest
It was simply, catastrophic, at best.

I tell them of strip clubs, bars and booze
I tell them of caseys, and more about the booze
The family I made, it was better then the rest
even though, no sleep was to be had.

All said and done, I like this the most
Discriptive phrase, catastrophic at best.

Later came the concrete,
The hard work insues
I worked till I went crazy
and so I moved

I made lots of money, and I loved the people
Like I said, catastrophic, at best.

When I moved I moved far,
Florida was my destination
The people were great
I paid no restitution.

I became a criminal, I learned from the rest
But it was simply, Catastropic at best.

So when I  die and you lay me to rest
I may or may not go to the place thats the best
When you lay me down to die
On my tombstone you must scribe.

"Catastrophic, at best."

© 2009 Thomas B. Buckman


Author's Note

Thomas B. Buckman
Written in a little over an hour, and still needs work.
Please, be gentile.
Constructive critisism wanted.
MUCHAS GRACIAS!

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Thomas B. Buckman
Thomas B. Buckman

Osage Beach, MO



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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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