Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
World War III Makes My Balls Itch
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The trumpet is playing all your wet dreams
When suddenly your giant penis rises up and crashes into heaven
And somehow all the nuclear submarines in heaven wind up floating in your toilet
The President of the United States is notified of the situation
But the President is too busy snorting all the orgies of the Roman Empire up his nose
Meanwhile the First Lady’s Tits proclaim sanctions on Canada
Because Canada harbors terrorist polar bears that fly out of the penises of Canadian Mounties every leap year
Meanwhile the Dixiecrat contender for President is picking Andy Warhol’s art out of his nose
And then a mushroom cloud jumps out of God’s penis and says, “Good Morning!”
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen