this is what came to mind, resurfacing from the dregs of browsing the stacks in 11th grade, looking for interesting poetry that would sufficiently shock an english teacher i detested in a school that was tolerant in some ways, and oddly provincial in others. in retrospect, probably the only shock value to the teacher was the fact that someone had located the one volume of e e cummings in the library.

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

(background on the poetry reading here.)