More of Edward Estlin

Maria's Music has always been a family-friendly blog (I always found that term funny... as if children and adults ever find the same "family-friendly" talk show, movie etc. interesting. A better term would be child-friendly I think.) but in my desire to award my own thoughts some importance (for what other purpose is their for a blog) I want to share this E.E. Cummings Poem, the boys i mean are not refined, because I think that it's pretty neat. And it happens from time to time that a certain poem is an 18+ kind of poem, so if your vulgar little eyes are under the age of 18 your plainly not old enough to read this! STOP!

It's neat even more so because it uses some choice language. Early on in my blogging history I made the claim that choice language has a purpose, when used with discretion, as a conscious choice, and I'm no flip flopper (for life is no parenthesis). And how else could you address a disgusting problem than with disgusting language? Proccede with caution:

the boys i mean are not refined

   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