E. E. Cummings

Let’s start a publishing house
to hell with small literature
we want something redblooded
lousy with pure
reeking with stark
and fearlessly obscene
but really clean

get what I mean
let’s not spoil it
let’s make it serious
something authentic and delirious
you know something genuine like a mark
in a toilet
graced with guts and gutted
with grace