By Ashok Rajamani
For the bedwetter singy
the steamed
pupplie songs
and
chordsy
his fucking throat
was it weekly
no he said screwing himself
to wretch music
would demand too much darn (darn!) effort
like cumming cummy goo
but it was the music
it was always about the music
Clutching at Straws 
great poem. shows the pain of freedom for folks mentally and physically enslaved– as bedwetters or otherwise”