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Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
Trump & Biden ****ing Each Other Up the ***?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It’s a punk rock Penis!
It’s a tomorrow more wonderful than a political speech to wipe your *** with!
Do you love the-and-down words as much as a good ****?
Because what about a reggae-orgasm-itch-itch-itch?
You have four legs?
I give you four legs!
Even if the subway trains are too drunk with too many yesterdays!
I’m orgasmic!
You have some blue sky to give me?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Wolf the Barbarian - Wolf the Emperor - Wolf the God!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Poetry did not exist until I took up the pen
Every day I make love to the English language
The rhythm of my heart beating is the rhythm of poetry
The melody of my sword my pen my paintbrush slashing across everything
Is the melody of poetry
I Wolf Larsen am an insane God that rules over the land of poetry
The words in my ballsack will be the greatest words ever born
The empty page opens its legs to my words
Like Europe opening its legs to Attila the Hun
Like the Chinese Empire opening its legs to the hordes of Genghis Khan
Like the falling Roman Empire opening its legs to the invading German barbarians
I am Wolf the barbarian
And poetry is pregnant with me
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Just out! Wolf Larsen & comedian do a podcast together. Very funny! Very wild!
https://open.spotify.com/episode/6za...NJ3xDWGaQ&nd=1
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Too Much Deodorant in My Sunshine!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A superduper clop went bweeeeep!
Because you ran out of sunlight
Or did the planet Earth blow up again?
Are the sex robots on strike - again?
And what happened to bare feet monologues about whether to vote for poo-poo or doo-doo?
Can you hide your brains?
Just once!
Hey, you been to today yet?
Not me!
I have armpits!
Do you have enough insanity to understand me yet?
Get some insanity!
110% off!
It’s a sale!
Sunshine!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
I Opened a Banana and There Was a Penis Inside! Yum!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Let’s fly phrases of poetry around each other!
Let’s jump on phrases of poetry and fly them to outer space!
Jump into oceans of poetry!
Let’s travel on a supersonic penis through the Italian Renaissance!
Everybody should jump into their toilets now and swim to the heaven of poetry!
Nude poetry that’s finger-lickin’ good!
Let’s all capsize the North American continent together!
You goin’ to hell tonight?
Have fun!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
I Honor You With a Poem
A poem by Wolf Larsen
How could there be a god in the sky if I walk the earth?
My sculptures of poetry -
Made with the world’s finest jism -
Are skyscrapers of delight!
I conduct all the world’s orchestras as they simultaneously play my poetry together
My mind is a factory where a thousand paintings are created every second
The English language was honored with my birth
And the world’s husbands
Are honored by my immaculate conceptions swelling in their wives’ tummies
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Jump! Slide! Up!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The phrase of poetry runs around the lake and jumps over the mountain
And the phrase of poetry lands on stage and dances a thousand solar systems with all the ballet dancers
And the ballet dancers do a psychotic painting with the music
Before the phrase of poetry explodes into thousands of other phrases of poetry
That all becomes thousands & thousands of galaxies dancing around the reader
To the beat of the hands-on-drums and the hands-on-drums and the hands-on-drums
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWraOYCIl_4
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Happy Happy to Everybody!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So the Empire State building is hanging from this man’s crotch
And the Eiffel Tower is hanging from this other man’s crotch
And the two of them are dancing together under the delirious sunshine
And all the world’s statues are dancing around the two men
And the music is a swirling 360° wave of schizophrenia
Being played by 5000 buttocks with hands attached
Doing bizarre things to bizarre instruments
While the 4 Presidents of Mount Rushmore sing a chorus of anal sex together
All conducted by a transvestite Kubla Khan using Adolf Hitler’s castrated three-inch white pride as a baton
And then the planet Earth crashes into a huge dildo floating in outer space
And then everybody lives happily ever after in the huge anus caves of space aliens
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Sex is Growing Out of Everything! Oh No!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Working-class men are running amok everywhere with their Dicks hanging out
While bourgeois feminists & born-agains with their friend-in-the-sky
Have a protest against sex
Meanwhile, I’m reaching into my head and pulling out tornadoes
And all the bourgeois feminist Karens & born-agains in my balls
Are swimming around the two universes of the cosmos
While the orgy of humanity splashing out of this page
Sends the bourgeois feminist Karens & born-agains fleeing back to England on the Mayflower
And now it’s lots of ****ing in the streets
From sea-to-shining-sea
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Beethoven Urinating in an Alleyway
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The music jumps out of everything
The music notes flying around you
Are screaming to be turned into symphonies & poems & paintings
Then your falling teardrops land on the page and form words
And a thousand smiles grow out of the words
And poems screech at you from every alleyway & passing face & decrepit condemned building
An ocean of poetry bursts from your mind
Before you spit out your brains upon the world
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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A Thousand Years of Madness
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My music is planets exploding throughout the universe
The musical notes dance with the naked women
The naked women’s movements create the rhythms of poetry
These rhythms of poetry dancing off the page
And up into the reader’s eyes
And the reader’s eyes see the page turn into deserts & forests & oceans
The Poet’s madness echoes through the reader’s brains
The Poet’s laughter echoing and echoing through the reader’s brains
As the reader walks for a thousand years through his own brains
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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A Polish Space Alien
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A testicle building with flying saucers
A Penis with philosophical training in blah-blah-blah
A musical instrument that plays blah-blah-blah
A person that’s really a robot in disguise
A blue sky made out of musical mayonnaise
A person with 5000 mouths talking all the time
A very artistic Penis with lots of Europe on its mind
A poem that prefers to be a sculpture
A sculpture that wants to be music
Music that wants to be sex
A poem that would prefer not to end
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performances plays, poetry, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1dFb4UqjlI&ab_channel=WolfLarsenWolfLarse n
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A Beautiful Insane Day
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So I pull out my pen and I start pissing a poem all over the page
And then I spit a bunch of bright colors all over the universe
And now all the planets are breathing with life
Because I am the Grand Buttocks of Bootylicious (thank you to space alien scrotum delight!)
And now it’s time to dance to the words flying out of everything everywhere
You eat your poetry today?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Bridgeport to the Other Side of the Universe
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It was a neighborhood of zombie symphonies
It was a neighborhood where all our nightmares came true
And the railroad tracks sang their rhythms
And the factories churned out sunrises & sunsets
To the rhythms of heart attacks & births & stabbings
A big drunken apocalypse of Saturday nights
All crashing into other solar systems
Until East was North and North was death
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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A Giant Blue & Green Whorehouse Called Earth
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the screaming gargoyles in my Balzac want to sing you a love poem
All the fish in the sea want to go swimming through your vagina
All the world’s feminists & born-agains want to castrate this Poet
But this Poet is bouncing & bouncing around the world on a giant-magical-bouncing-testicle
And the planet Earth is an even bigger testicle bouncing & bouncing around in God’s crotch
(God’s other testicle is the giant face of Alfred E Newman)
And now all the world’s herpes sores on everybody’s penis is singing a Wagnerian opera together
As the blueberry ice cream of the sky
Melts all over the reader
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Delicious Yummy Yum Yum!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Let’s eat the moon!
Let’s make orgies in outer space!
Spill your brains everywhere!
Everywhere is now!
Everything rhythms everywhere!
Dance with giant tomorrows!
Fill the sky with more sky!
Lift the planet Earth up & down as you sing!
Sing with too much yesterday!
Sing with too much tomorrow!
Bang endless tomorrows together in yes yes rhythms!
End the poem with too much yes!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
