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

e. e. cummings