ee cummings

A friend posted this and it is *so* very good it bears repeating:


the boys i mean are not refined
by ee cummings

  the boys i mean are not refined
 they go with girls who buck and bite
 they do not give a fuck for luck
 they hump them thirteen times a night

 one hangs a hat upon her tit
 one carves a cross on her behind
 they do not give a shit for wit
 the boys i mean are not refined

 they come with girls who bite and buck
 who cannot read and cannot write
 who laugh like they would fall apart
 and masturbate with dynamite

 the boys i mean are not refined
  they cannot chat of that and this
 they do not give a fart for art
 they kill like you would take a piss

 they speak whatever's on their mind
 they do whatever's in their pants
 the boys i mean are not refined
 they shake the mountains when they dance