Nylon Covers Cotton When It's Wet Poem by James McLain

To those that I know, when I'm seen
As I wandered about and amongst them,
Into me,
As I saw last, when last seen in a dream.
Censored​ with pain,
Discussed in a way seldom seen, advised as to
The one's trapped inside.

Having to use mesh when by the doctor's,
If it it is needed
Larger than those that you are and yet by his
Or her's more I saw of those there.
Nothing should be that by those any less diserning
That they see in you and me.

And there are many there hearing those that need
Mercy, most are not left to what they are sent away to
That place where one's unseen sent away.
There are those that see and when seen, found a way.
And the few of you who saw what you have become,
The new middle-aged.
Nylon covers cotton when it's wet.