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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
My Balls Care About Correct English Grammar!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Suddenly, I start barfing capital letters everywhere
Meanwhile, incorrect spelling keeps jumping out of my butt
My grammar teacher is whipping & whipping me as she pees on me
Please, more!
While a bunch of conjunctions begin swimming out of my penis
All the conjunctions begin devouring the body of Aristotle
While Aristotle screams a bunch of run-on sentences
And the Queen starts giving Aristotle a blow job in perfect English
And Shakespeare who’s been watching & masturbating
Ejaculates a bunch of Old English spellings
All over the earth or is it Earth?
Because My Balls really care!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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A Jewish Thor Named Wolf Larsen
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Thousands of skies and phrases of poetry dash & fly & sing around each other
As you smash a beer bottle over the head of the poem
And the poem bleeds blood & words & violence
As you piss your toxic masculinity all over the liberal aristocracy
And then you jump up into the thunderclouds
And you raise your electric hands
And you crash lightning into everyone’s minds
And everyone’s minds are flying through millions of years & solar systems
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3wo...nel=WolfLarsen
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Your Fellow Man is Delicious!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My hands smell like your death
Your blood all over the walls is poetry
I’m chopping up your corpse like an artist
As your flesh simmers over the fire
I masturbate to the beat of a thousand angry symphonies
The aroma of your cooking flesh carries the language of happiness to my nostrils
As I cook you your eyeballs on the counter
Watch me with a most peculiar stare
And now your eyeballs watch me eat you
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Eight Thousand Orgasms a Day
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All of history jumps off the page and crashes into the reader’s face
The reader’s face splinters up into a Cubist sculpture
Then the reader’s mouth recites graffiti-art-murals for the next thousand years
And for the next thousand years the human race dances to the zigzagging-crashing-letters of graffiti-art-murals
Until the ending of the poem eats through the reader’s face
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.
The Grand Canyon is a Giant Vagina!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A poem is percolating in the balls of the human race
And dragonflies with human faces
Are rolling up-&-down and around
As the flying-talking-nipples
Are singing jazz scat
As Greek gods smear the poetry of spermatozoa all over the bathhouse walls
And then big-bouncing-buttocks go bouncing boing-boing down Bootylicious Avenue
And the trumpet farts a bunch of political speeches
While the liberals & conservatives scream a bunch of capitalist diarrhea at each other
And then the poem SPLATS into your face
And you wipe the gooey messy poetry off your face
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.
My English Teacher Sucking My Dick
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A colon & a semi-colon were in bed makin’ incorrect English grammar together
Hubba-hubba!
And a bunch of silent “E’s” were rioting on Capitol Hill together
And a sentence fragment was pissing on somebody’s Mercedes-Benz
‘Cause there’s hardly no public toilets nowhere
Meanwhile a run-on sentence was flooding everywhere and causing mass destruction
And Wolf Larsen was ****ing the English language up the ***
But you can’t begin a sentence with a big butt
But my give-a-**** left me for another man
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.
Cumming This Thursday! World-Wide Orgies!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I slash you with the violin
The cello goes for a walk through your vagina and up the Suez Canal and further up to the moon
The clarinet is doing something with his penis
The drums are keeping time of electing a capitalist bozo every 4 years
The violent cries
The trumpet then bongs the bweep with a bunch of bop
A Poet begins making love to the cello
Then God’s erection crashes into the Earth
And everybody dies
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giZ34mqZJGE&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Sitting By a River of Fire
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m creating the New York City skyline with 1000 giant castrated penises
When suddenly giant talking buttocks appeared everywhere
This caused a million years of television commercials to run amok
And a dozen moons suddenly appeared in the night sky
And now everyone is ripping their clothes off and screaming obscene nursery rhymes at each other
And waterfalls of knowledge are falling out of everyone’s heads
After that everyone in Brooklyn takes the train to Antarctica
And the streets of Brooklyn have been filled with insane-babbling-zombies ever since
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
A Canvas of Spermatozoa
a poem by Wolf Larsen
Everything in the world is dripping with me
Because My Penis is a god!
With my appraised arms I summon up hell to the surface of the Earth
And now there’s thousands of devils with red phalluses ejaculating poetry everywhere
And now in all the Temples of Sin the human race begins creating a sensual poetry
That splashes from the planet Earth and floods the entire universe
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.
A Big Wrecking Ball With Nipples All Over It!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I demand a new language!
Tits & penises & buttocks will all be letters in this new language!
And every day we will blow up language with a bazooka and create new languages!
New languages of space-alien-gobbledygook jumping out of dildo machines!
Give the Queen of England lots of drugs and let’s have a new Queen’s English!
Let us have porn actors & actresses recite Shakespearean dialogue while they do the ooh!-ooh!-ooh!
A new language now!
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.
Gloria Steinem & Jerry Falwell in a 69 Together
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Suddenly humongous breasts grow out of all the buildings
And millions of Ronald McDonald clones are operating all the nipple machines
That are sending flying vaginas out into the universe
And on whatever planet a flying vagina lands
Human civilization grows like a yeast infection
And suddenly the yeast infection of human civilization has spread throughout the universe
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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I’m Somebody Else!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
SPLAT! BLUP! SCHMIPPEEEEEE!
What is the wrong of the up?
How blam-blam-blam is all the everything?
Are we schizophrenic blabbering manikins?
Or are we the zookeepers of endless Armageddons?
It’s time to skateboard into hundreds of tornadoes!
No it isn’t!
Have you danced to the beginning of time yet?
The cavemen are here!
Let’s do some Neanderthal spaceship dance!
Ready?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8s4lhkkOa4&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
The Orgies of a New Religion
A poem by Wolf Larsen
There is no god but Wolf Larsen!
All the spermatozoa in my ballsack are my angels!
I demand cathedrals of human skulls be built in my honor!
On Sundays orgies of endless sex shall be held in my honor!
I demand the drinking of human blood in rituals of joy!
We shall fornicate with animals under a howling moon!
Insanity shall be considered a blessing!
Now let the human race disrobe and dance naked on all the planets!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The poems on this thread will be self-published as a book of poetry under the title: "Impossible Songs for a Fart Machine"
