Coarse Brutes Poem by Patti Masterman

Coarse brutes want no rhymes to steady their rude;
Romance, finesse, they can't handle
Give it to them straight up and hard, so they won't mistake
Just what you're nailing them with.

There's so much they can't stand, and no beauty within
They’re afraid of things that are not obvious;
Shove it in hard and fast, so they'll understand-
No dictionary words, fine French soap or cologne.

Just slang and slobber, and keep it coming,
Toilet water's all they crave, and all they'll carry away.
Vulgarity? Now there's something they can appreciate,
But serve only in shot glasses: never a stemmed goblet.