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Zips! Blups! Hey! A poem by Wolf Larsen Streets are flying around your head Bouncing and bouncing words are everywhere Even the skyscrapers are...

Where Did You Hide the Planet Earth? A poem by Wolf Larsen Toilets of freedom! Big anus of liberty! What fresh strawberries in the butt are you...

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious. Booty Culture for Poetry WOW! A poem by Wolf Larsen...

Blips & Blaps to Blup With! A poem by Wolf Larsen The words are itching all over the page And flying bullets are blessing the sunshine with joy...

Erections for Everybody Now! I Promise! Vote for Athlete’s Foot! A poem by Wolf Larsen Eat schizophrenic words! Build the giant penis temples...

Thank you Tailor! Next poem: Rushing! A poem by Wolf Larsen Cities jumping around each other! River & sky flowing in your dreams Monsters...

Build the Great New Weird & Crazy! A poem by Wolf Larsen Build phrases of poetry as big as a thousand universes! Flip your brains over! A...

Poo-Poo! Poo-Poo! Poo-Poo! A poem by Wolf Larsen I must poo-poo airplanes out of my butt Otherwise a thousand nuclear missiles will hit me in...

The latest contribution from the keyboard warrior, "It's just my statement as Emperor of the World." Napoleon complex?

Deranged, self-obsessed, & narcissistic: why does everybody call me that? It must be everybody else (ha ha ha). The next poem: Dandelions Growing...

Basically insecure due to a limited vocabulary and lack of a classical education. Tends to be confrontational in some things, and looking for...

The difference between reality and fiction? Fiction has to make sense.

Thank you Nikolai. You are very kind in calling me a "genius", as I was the dumbest guy on a construction site once. But I was also the strongest...

Then dying, shall through long centuries wander as it were, a disconsolate ghost, on the wrong side of Styx and Lethe.

Escape! Jump! You! A poem by Wolf Larsen Help! Help the polar bears dancing on Mars! Brains growing everywhere in these meteor showers!...

Me nah do that. Kass Kass me rass.

Ye Yardie? My daughters are Jamaican.

My daughters in Mountain View might disagree with the racist comment.

Gong! Gong! Gong! A poem by Wolf Larsen Words are brewing in the poem The bells summon the words to life The poem bangs & crashes its way out...

No hang ups on Gibbon I note. There is hope for you yet old fruit.

Here you go again old fruit. I mention Carlyle regards vocabulary & you diverge off onto the racist agenda. Try to focus.

Slipped its muzzle: and now bays three-throated, like the Dog of Erebus.

I know you are trying hard to articulate coherently old fruit, but you really do need to work on your imprecations and commination's. Might I...

200 Nations – 200 Revolutions of Poetry Across the Earth A poem by Wolf Larsen All the planets are burning with love As across the earth ruling...

The Mind Wants to Conquer A poem by Wolf Larsen This poem is a journey into eternity Huge emptiness Everything sleeps Except you You drive...

Thank you Nikolai. And thank you for the humor. I always enjoy a good giggle.

Good to see old fruit that you are on the mend. No scattergun posts in the last 24 hours. There was an article the other day, (will try to get...

I am very worried about you old fruit. I remember you at one time as quite a personable, erudite young man But now you seem unable to read...

Please try and focus old fruit. The Queens English language has its nuances; however in the case of this thread, even a fleeting acquaintance with...