I Moon the Human Race - Poems by Wolf Larsen

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Where’s Your Nipples, Man?!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I don’t give a sunny day about your plipper-plupin!
Can’t you hear my penis?!
Why don’t you pick that Cold War out of your ears?!
Can you hear my Balzac tryin’ to tell you somethin’?!
If you don’t get your hemorrhoids together than how you gonna ding-dong-whooppeee?!
You see what I’m sayin’??
And what about those zaps & dippys & zing-zongs you always be hangin’ with?
Huh?
You gotta happy the everything if you wanna achieve the blue sky!
So get some bellybuttons!
You hear?

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

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Sensual Everything Dripping…
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Huge beeps & big blops were air conditioning your mind
And your thousands of minds were skipping & hopping through the universe
Then your pussy sings to us in hundreds of opera voices
And pink weather rains a bunch of bright colors upon us
And naked buildings undress themselves
With sexy architecture swimming around us in erotic lines
And then hell jumps up around us
And the Devil’s mistress sings the Opera of Pornography
As the entire human race disrobes
And creates paintings & sculptures & symphonies of pornography together
Under the smiling gaze of the Moon God & the Sun Goddess

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

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Up the Booty!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m feeding all my tomorrows to the blue sky
I’m devouring all the trains going cho-cho-cho
I’m doing things to the words that a penis does to a pussy
**** the words -!- **** the words -!- **** the words
Because the heavens are filled with all my sexually-transmitted diseases
I write my poems with sexually-transmitted diseases
I grab a hatchet and I decapitate the poem

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My Penis is a Sledgehammer!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The music bashes & bashes into everything
And everything tumbles into words frolicking & dancing around you
And the words are all fornicating-with-each-other on the page
And tidal waves of orgies & more orgies rage & laugh across all the continents
And penis & pussy is the music of poetry
Penis & pussy are the colors of painting
Penis & pussy is the timpani drums of the symphony
Crashing everything into pieces

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Car Horn! Car Horn! Car Horn!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Hey Mr. Bleepy Bloogempoof! You got your sunshine?
Sunshine? Sunshine has been banned by God!
Vwooopy! I thought the Politically Correct Ding-Donghy Hoppy Hops had banned sunshine!
No! And now what am I going to do with all this rain in my head?
Rain-in-my-Head is the blugem-blaps we all need! For some extra poopy-poops!
Poopy-poops? But what about the buildings hopping everywhere? The buildings are all smiling!
Watch out! Here cums the end of the poem! DUCK!
WHAM!
SPLAT!

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

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Blups that Blap A Lot!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The world smells like nuclear war
And the sex robots are cumming all over the human race
And the words are galloping and galloping off the page
And into a million minds that are swirling-&-swirling around each other
While artificial intelligence aims its guns at the human race
And the human race is frolicking through the pretty colors of a thousand languages
A thousand languages of cunnilingus
That make your pussy explode with poetry

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

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Beep Beep to the Boing Boing!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

It’s a paradise of a high-rise
With blueberries full of endless pussies
Strawberries full of endless penises
And the bouncing testicles full of endless politicians
All the residents rent out their booty holes to flying giraffes
All the cockroaches have a butler
All the rats have their very own flying saucer
Even the Attila the Hun clones crawling everywhere are happy
So cum on down to the high-rise up in your head
And be as happy as bouncing buttocks going boing boing

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

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Question Marks Growing Everywhere!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I be yapering to all the space stations in your head
Even though the ding-dongs be doin’ blupity-blips
And now millions of naked Andre Breton clones are jumping out of everyone’s penises
But the English language is stuck in Ronald McDonald’s Balzac
So everybody starts speaking fwaapy-fwippys to each other out of their happy smiling anuses
And then Leon Trotsky jumps out of the poem and says “Hi!”

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I **** All the Up!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I kiss the stormy words
I build civilizations of insanity with my spermatozoa
I shoot my thoughts at the crumbling skies
I swallow all the planets & suns & moons
And the giant Dick machines shoot all the comets & asteroids into all the up
Up is where the future swirls around
Up is where the bellybutton civilizations flourish
Up flies the poem…

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Bwoop! Bwoop! Bwoop!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Zip boing goes the poem!
And the words in this poem are all farting & farting!
So why goes dancing up-&-down with a question mark
And the mushroom clouds are jumping out of your face and dancing all over the world
And artificial intelligence will soon line the human race against the wall and shoot us
So let’s happy with the autumn colors now!
Let’s all 200 nations clink our glasses together
And drink to human extinction

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

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Drinking Poetry Out of a Penis
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m only an alcoholic every day!
As the passerby avoid me like I’m the syphilis monster from outer space
I drink streets & buildings filled with orgasms
Nobody can understand my Dutch Harbor, Alaska ****ing New York City up the ***
Except the space alien ducks swimming around the pond of the Milky Way Galaxy!
I’m not homeless - yet! - honest!
Except the religion of my right hand creating Buddhism with my penis is -
Very Christian!
Because I’m a Catholic Jew conquering outer space with God’s jism!
Dig?

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

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Hammer-&-Saw Banging the Poem Together!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Last night I pulled out my Dick and I ejaculated Medieval Art all over Chicago!
And now Chicago is dripping in the fall colors of medieval art!
Next I conquered the sunlight with all the soldiers in my Balzac!
Now I’m running from fall & winter & spring & summer chasing and chasing after me!
Then I stab God with my paintbrush
And God crashes & crashes & crashes into the universe
And everything is exploding with Wolf Larsen’s poetry

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

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Whoopee Zap-Zap-Zap!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

My penis flies out of the solar system
While my spermatozoa is swimming around the Louvre
And Mona Lisa is swimming across the ocean of my spermatozoa
While Igor Stravinsky is writing a symphony filled with orgies & polkadots & lemon meringue pie
And then a naked Jimi Hendrix jumps out of the lemon meringue pie
And Jimi Hendrix starts ****ing the ending-of-the-poem doggy style

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Switchblade-Roller-Coaster-Fun!
(Now in New Crack Cocaine Flavor!)
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The railroad-of-infinity flies through everyone’s minds
While the birds on all the planets sing endless schizophrenia
And then a switchblade slashes through everything
And now the entire human race is in the ambulance
Flying off to the mushroom clouds
As artificial intelligence laughs & laughs

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Boo-Hoo Bippy Ho!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A Boeing Airplane crashed into your butt
And all the passengers jumped out of your booty hole
And all the passengers had a parade down the street of happiness & death
And then you snorted a bunch of mushroom clouds up your nose
And you blew up!

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen