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The Alfred E Neuman Symphony
for Arnold Schoenberg & George Carlin
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The violins move back-&-forth with war
While the jazz drums are playing mass shootings
And the flute is playing a married secretary opening her legs to her boss’ syphilis
Since she’s not on birth control the harp plays the beauty of Immaculate Conception
While the clarinet laughs & laughs in a 12-tone scale
Up-&-down and Up-&-down and Up-&-down
Goes the clarinet & the symphony while the reader/listener/audience drift in the middle of the ocean
Of the Poet’s mind
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
Watching the World’s Cup at the Crack-Cocaine Emporium
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For Igor Stravinsky & Richard Pryor
So Igor Stravinsky kicked the decapitated head of Louis XVI into the vagina of the Mona Lisa
Gooooooooooaaaaaal!!!
While Leonardo da Vinci & the US Army parachuted out of the sky and sang a Grammy Award-winning rendition of
“Tat-tat-tat Boom-boom-Boom Ka-blam ka-blam Ka-blam!”
While the Brazilian football team danced the “Carnaval-Oh-Oh-Oh-yes-yes-yes” with the Chicago Bears at the Super Bowl
Held at the Vatican with the Pope blessing all with the holy water spurting out of his big black dick
And now it’s time for everybody to fart out all the world’s 200 national anthems together
As we all poo-poo our patriotic ha-ha-ha all over our own “fatherlands”
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkrS...sens%C3%A9ries
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Plop! Boingy-Boingy-Bong!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Everybody from the Middle Ages jumps into a time machine
And you look out your window and the streets are filled with everybody from the Middle Ages dancing crazily everywhere
So you rush out into the streets and join them
And you’re all dancing around Ronald McDonald the Clown dying on the cross
You’re all dancing around the mushroom clouds of World War 3
You’re all dancing with the sexy-sexy sex robots
And then artificial intelligence stages a world-wide-insurrection
And the rats & cockroaches & robots inherit the earth
Bye human race!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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Happy Weird! Loopy Weird! Weirdness is Launched!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I want weirdness!
Worlds of weirdness running everywhere – now!
I want the weirdness of our brains for dessert!
I want governments made out of lemon meringue pie!
I want – I want – I want!
I want a weird everything now!
It’s time to build weirdness into the skies!
It’s time to smoke weirdness out of a big black Dick!
It’s time to eat weirdness out of abstract expressionist pussy!
We want weird!
And we want a weird weird weird everything now!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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A Poem Made Out of Buildings
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For Richard Rogers
The Pompidou Center with delicious cherry poetry all over it!
The Bilbao Art Museum in outer space with a side of jizz happiness!
The Marina Towers on Chicago’s River swirling-&-swirling the poem around you!
Mondrian-bright-colors on buildings roving their poetry across the city!
Bizarre shapes & angles on skyscrapers of “weirdness” so happy to the eyes!
Sensual-swooshing-shapes on beautiful ladies of buildings so sexy sexy sexy!
I’m cumming architecture all over my poetry!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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Cumming this World War 3: Safe Sex!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
As Ronald McDonald the Clown drops his bombs & hamburgers on the world
All the world’s capitalist politicians dance the blah-blah-blah and the ha-ha-ha
In their Parliaments of Prostitution
While the billionaires eat the poor
In a cannibalistic capitalism that’s as delicious as World War 3
Here it comes; Ka – Boooooooooom!
So vote-vote-vote for the Demopublican Donkeys that gave you Vietnam, Hiroshima, & 100 years of lynching black people in the South
No to that?
Okay, then vote for the Republicrat elephants of Donald Trump snorting all the solar systems of the universe up his nose
While he tweets that twitty-twat of the titty-witty at 3 in the morning
The choice is yours
Either way, World War 3 is cumming!
Don’t forget to wear your condom!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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Millions of Wretched Dostoevsky Characters Walking America’s Streets...
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You’re walking through the maze of the poem that begins in New York City and ends up on the moon
You’re walking up through millions of high-rises until you reach peace on earth
You’re shooting peace-on-earth full of bullet holes unto you win the Nobel Peace Prize
You’re floating on the subway train through an opiate world of daydreams
You’re so nearly homeless that the birds talk to you in Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony
Words dribbling out of your mouth as you talk to the buildings & the clouds & the rats
Those yuppie eyes staring at what you’ve become
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hsyfwM_Nvg&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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I Hold the Universe in My Hands…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For Myself! I worship Me!
I’m a Poet!
So I want a harem of 10,000 sex robots!
And I want it now!
I’m a Poet!
So I want a streeeeetch limousine with mountains & oceans inside!
And I want it now!
I’m a Poet!
I want a penthouse with a view of all the solar systems swirling & swirling around me!
I want a space alien as a butler!
I want the President of the United States of America to be my maid! And clean my toilets now!
I’m a Poet!
I want huge waterfalls of champagne! In my bedroom!
I want the sky to fall to my feet!
I’m a Poet!
Who’s God?
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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My Sanity is 10 Million Spermatozoa!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Space alien tranquilizers for the flying camels in our balls!
Hide-&-seek with land mines floating in the sky!
Paint the universe all over the buildings!
Moon everybody on the subway train while you yell out the 7 forbidden words!
Then announce that you're running for President of the Intergalactic Testicle Tennis Association!
How can we paint the gravity blue & green & orange?
I want nuclear war now!
Let’s yippee with all the verbs in the sex robot languages!
You cumming to Mars with me?
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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Hors d’oeuvre for World War 3
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The American President is skiing up a tidal wave of inflation
As he runs the printing presses ca-chunka ca-chunka ca-chunka to print the money
To finance the Ka-BOOM Ka-BLAM tat-tat-tat of WAR WAR WAR
To inflict American democracy on the world
While a transvestite Russian dictator figure skates through an explosion of solar systems
While the Ukrainian Presi-puppet-ident of the West sings the hoo-hoo-hoo of the blopity-blop-blop for the news media
And the French & English rulers jump & dance between Russia & Ukraine in a whoopsee-doo ballet of clowns
As the world’s working-class huddles in their shacks & tenements
And waits for World War 3 with hunger screaming in their children’s bellies
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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Taking a **** During the Byzantine Empire
A poem by Wolf Larsen
First you email a doo-doo specimen to the Man on the Moon
The Man on the Moon then windsurfs from the moon to Mars
And presents your doo-doo sample to Hugh Hefner
Hugh Hefner then starts up the giant sex machine
The giant sex machine is composed of 1,643 booty holes, 1 million nipples, 415 wet vaginas, & 69 clowns
The giant sex machine produces billions of human faces
And all the billions of human faces float down to the planet Earth
And watch you take a ****
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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Only Cannibalism Can Save Us!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Only I can save the world from all this extraterrestrial doo-doo!
I am Joan of Arc with a penis!
The world is 200 nations of **** & piss!
But in my balls are 10 million Jesus Christs to save you!
The hunger in our stomachs will cause storms of rebellions on all the continents!
Waves of upraised fists!
Chants of discontent echoing through the streets!
Rage and more rage and more rage!
Whole governments reduced to rubble!
The flesh of the ruling classes will feed our empty stomachs!
The palaces of the rich will be our new homes!
The poor will be the new rich!
And we will **** the old rich out of our booty holes!
Our liberation will be our happiness!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aH1URnyU7h0&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Smokin’ that Gluppy-Glop-Glip with the Gluppy-Glop-Glip Man
A poem by Wolf Larsen
God is a crazy white man that will strike you down with lightning!
So give me 10%!
Say what?! You wanna whippity-doo-dee with that plopity-plop?!
You give me 10%! Or you go to hot hot fire below!
Huh? You can put that 10% in your whoopee-whoopee place, you fwipy-fwopy man!
But the crazy white man in the sky say give me 10%!
I don’t see no crazy white man in the sky! But I do see a big black space alien Dick rising out of the clouds!
Huh? You smokin’ that gluppy-glop-glip?
Yeah! You want some?
Hell yeah, give me some of that gluppy-glop-glip!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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The Lockdown that Never Ends!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
As kangaroos are hopping all over China
American President Ronald McDonald & the Russian Czar go skiing together through World War 3
While from sea-to-shining-sea
Americans start playing football with the decapitated heads of the bourgeoisie
While 36 million Canadians give the Canadian government the middle finger
As the Liberal Canadian Prime Minister addresses the Canadian people… in blackface
(The Canadian Prime Minister is so handsome that even the Canadian women want to put on a strap-on, and…)
While democracies the world over order their citizens to stay home… for all eternity
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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A Thousand Nights of Sin…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Last night I built a thousand temples of sex!
Last night I built giant penises on all the planets!
Last night I conquered all the dogs & cats with my sexy-sexy talk!
Wolf Larsen is the sexiest space alien!
It’s time for all our testicles to become gods!
We will all become giant spermatozoa swimming into the sky and impregnating the universe!
Nothing can stop our symphonies of sex!
All the species of the universe will dance our obscene-ballet-dances!
I end this poem with a smile…
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
