Plonk! Love My Feet! Where?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The piano is running through all the alleyways of the world…
Pizza! Castration! Your mother!
Your feet grab you and run you away
To a place where nudity & music hold hands…
Schoenburg? Itchy bootyhole? World War 3?
So give me your syphilis!
Please!
Please let’s dance a lot of nuclear energy in the public bathroom!
Let’s fornicate a big universe together!
Let’s end the poem with some cocksucking!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen