Ian Bauer Poems

Garbage bag, what do you hide?
Do you hold something hidden from light?
What do you carry that makes you tingle,
It isn't the material goods inside that mingle.
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Here they come, hippie zombies from the grave!
All they want is peace and brains!
Praise for nonviolence as munching on organs,
these flower-power dead have no shame.
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What have I done to be punished?
Nothing as remember, weeping. But
something has been done to put me
in this horrible place and position. I
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I was sleeping one night, and suddenly awoke.
The grogginess was almost unbearable to stand.
In pain, until I stood and my joints started
to pop like a campfire. It was that time…bath
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Budd, oh Budd.
You just had to do it.
Were you innocent,
making a statement,
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