My Syphilis Is All I Have To Give You...

My Syphilis Is All I Have To Give You...
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Pop a BOING BOING!
Zip the around harrriiinng!!
Fly the up zooop!
Round the corner and...
find Béla Bartók exposing his musical genitals as he smokes Egyptian hieroglyphics!
Why the strawberry architecture floating up...? How come the vertical WOW?!?
Why the faCes of diagoNaL-uP-acroSs??
Where can I find my feet when all the down is somewhere else??
Where's the sidewalk? When the sidewalk is forever lost in a phrase of poetry!...
How come all the human race has disappeared into molecules?

Copyright 2014 by Wolf Larsen

I believe I giggled to loudly at this.