Ha-ha! The Wolf is Back!

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Baroque Polish Sausage in the Mouth of a Renaissance Mona Lisa
An opera on the Dan Ryan Expressway as it flies into Michelle Obama’s vagina
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Sung by the multitudes of homeless on the streets of Chicago

allegro

All the statues across the world suddenly jump up and start playing musical instruments as they skip through the streets
And all the passerby skip after the skipping statues
And the passerby all holler the universe out of their lungs with all the planets & moons & suns rushing out of their mouths
Then a madman with a machine gun starts shooting all the planets & moons & suns full of bullet holes
The madman is the President of the United States of America
The president is a Demopublican, definitely not a Republicrat
Then lots of American belly buttons in the sky start shooting nuclear missiles everywhere
Because Iran & North Korea & Russia & China & Vietnam & Afghanistan & Iraq are not democratic enough and are responsible for terrorist-bubblegum-kangaroo-flying-saucers meddling in the elections and causing the loss of Margaret-Hilary-Thatcher-Clinton
But what does all of this have to do with scratching my balls while I look at the topless First Lady on the Internet hubba hubba? So now I’m masturbating the giant Buddhist temple between the legs of that Thesaurus Rex standing there proudly at the museum, and then the trumpet between my legs ejaculates summer & beer & house music all over the South Side of Chicago
So everybody applauds as all the Greek & Roman statues in Europe ride wild dolphins through the sky
Then all the statues ride the wild dolphins through Renaissance & Baroque & Romantic paintings in those museums in Europe
And all the statues riding wild dolphins are singing an opera of drive-by shootings & selling crack-cocaine & easy-easy-women
Whose legs open to all of the nuclear missiles shooting out of the belly buttons in the sky
As Jesus the carpenter from in front of Home Depot sits at a table with the AK-47 Disciples
And they’re all stuffing giant collages of human faces into their mouths
And drinking the end of the poem together

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

I was Having an Orgy with MeSelf, when…
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I was having an orgy with myself
When I was visited by the Holy Ghost of Charles Manson
With 10,000 penises shooting out of his ears
And as the Holy Ghost of Charles Manson gave me a blow job
10,000 naked Virgin Mary’s were swirling around the sky
In a Baroque painting painted by the Chicago Symphony Orchestra
With their musical instruments
And then as I ****ed the Holy Ghost of Charles Manson up the ***
A choir of heavenly angels in my Balzac began to sing
And then all of the heavenly angels in my Balzac began a great & wondrous journey
Into the holy land of the great anus of the Holy Ghost of Charles Manson
Now at this point I was visited by one of the royal tweet proclamations of his eminent lunacy Donald Rump
And then there’s always the progressive-liberal-politics of 1970s racist lynch mobs against black schoolchildren led by Joe Biden & his butt-buddy Jesse Helms
But never mind all that let’s ejaculate some academic pontifications all over the face of William Shakespeare in our literary 101 class stop looking at her tits don’t want to get me too’d gotta concentrate on this lecture god I can’t wait till this is over when I meet in the immaculate conception motel for the three hour rate though I’ll probably only last 20 minutes with my-best-friend’s-&-respectable-colleague’s-wife hubba hubba what a big pair of Mona Lisa’s on that chest (Milli & Vanilli)
So now Milli & Vanilli (I mean Demopublican & Republicrat) are running for President and they’re like two testicles hanging from Uncle Sam’s crotch which is always itching with prisons & police shootings of black men for all, under a big invisible friend in the sky that likes to impregnate virgins when they’re sleeping,, maybe the Virgin Mary should metoo God?

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

A Conversation with My Plastic Love Doll on the Eve of the Great Cannibalism
A poem by Wolf Larsen

While the 10,000 faces of your rage
Jump out at me
I am flying around universes of joy
Created by an apocalyptic saxophone
And the river of flutes flowing through an LSD landscape
Built by millions of naked Jewish carpenters all named Jesus
Back when saws & drills & hammers created the universe
But now the highway is full of too many space-alien-cannibalistic-monsters
That hatched out of the dandelions of a century ago
So I pull out my penis and call for the human race to create a giant painting together
A giant pornographic painting
That will be played by orchestras floating in outer space
And conducted by murderers from the state penitentiary
Because I am a believer in fire & orgies & masturbation

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

The Opera of Wolf Larsen’s Spermatozoa
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Sung by all the spermatozoa in my balls

Allegro

Everybody’s sexual genitalia are constantly singing opera
And all of the flying-musical-instruments in the sky are creating sexual happiness
And all the sexual happiness is galloping & galloping across the world
Like crack-cocaine-freight-trains saying hello
Even my booty loves you
With love full of clouds & bulletholes & flowers
And my testicles are 2 theaters of joy where great drama is performed
And my nipples are two political parties running for president
And right now there’s hundreds-of-toilets with legs walking all over my ceiling & walls
Soon the great spermatozoa of God will be coming to save us
From the contents of our dreams

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Wolf Larsen Toasting Marshmallows at the Police Car Bonfire Last Night
A poem by Wolf Larsen

So I was standing beside a burning police car toasting marshmallows last night
When this cute national guardsmen walked up and asked me if I liked his ***
And I replied yes sir you have a lovely ***
So the national guardsmen pulled down his pants and bent over
And I pulled out my big paintbrush and I proceeded to make Italian Renaissance art up the national guardsmen’s ***
And then I ejaculated the mayor's speech up the national guardsmen ***
And that’s when Joe Biden & Donald Trump showed up and exclaimed “We love chocolate!”
So as Joe Biden & Donald Trump are licking the national guardsmen’s Italian Renaissance chocolate off my paintbrush
I started to eat my toasted marshmallows
And they tasted like Melania Trump’s nipples flavored with strawberry & vanilla
That’s when the governor jumped out of Melania Trump’s butt and announced that
“From now on all hot dogs will be flavored with the jizz of the founding fathers
In order to ensure everyone’s right to wipe their *** with liberty & justice for all!”

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Here I turn a scary incident with the police last year into comedy:
(Comedy that's influenced by the genre of surrealistic literature)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BC0XawSAeRY&t=6s

All Cops Are Bastards
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m shoving this poem up the *** of The President
And I piss all over the bipartisan circus in Washington DC
Because imperialistic Washington DC is ****ing the whole world up the ***
Meanwhile, the police are shooting a Symphony of Rubber Bullets at demonstrators
And the nearest police officer punches you
And you bleed a bipartisan “democracy” all over your face
Then the teargas comes and you suddenly **** half-a-dozen Star Wars movies out of your butt
So now there’s Star Wars spaceships flying everywhere and rubber bullets flying everywhere and teargas canisters everywhere
And the teargas makes you cry a Brazilian Carnival all over your face
So now there’s spaceships & Brazilian Carnival & rubber bullets flying everywhere on the streets of your city
And afterwards the Symphony of Smashing Windows begins as the recently unemployed begin looting food or anything they can sell for food
And President Rump the Looney-Tunes-in-the-White-House calls this “terrorism”
And the Demopublican-Republicrat governors & mayors say pretty words out of the toilets in their faces
While they send in the big guns of the National Guard
And so National Guardsmen soldiers apply their boots to the throat of a nation that can’t breathe

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Advance permission is given to the general public to spread this poem on the Internet or in physical form, so long as the poem is not edited, the poet is given credit, and the intent of such publication is not hostile.

R.I.P. American Democracy?
A poem by Wolf Larsen

As President Rump possibly becomes Dictator Rump
And armed bodies of men in uniform swarm through American cities
With their guns drawn and aimed at the civilian population
Shooting unemployed-hungry-looters stealing food or anything they can sell for food
The Dixiecrat candidate for big Mother****er-in-Chief babbles some progressive-sounding gobbledygook for the cameras
And what’s left of American democracy is perhaps headed for the trash bin of history?
As empty refrigerators from sea-to-shining-sea stalk the nation with hunger!
And all the Louis XVI’s & Marie Antoinette’s in their penthouses & mansions get nervous...
Wondering is the guillotine coming back???
And the black politicians that Malcolm X called Uncle Toms
Join the Dixiecrat candidate for big Mother****er-in-Chief
In babbling more & more progressive-sounding-gobbledygook for the cameras
As if the hungry masses of unemployed can fill their stomachs full of progressive-sounding-gobbledygook
And ironically, the biggest terrorist in the world (the one that lives in the White House)
Calls hungry people looting for food “terrorists”
But that terrorist who lives in the White House is starting to look DELICIOUS!
And all the black politicians that Malcolm X called Uncle Toms are looking DELICIOUS!
And the white liberal governor of my state Jackass (the symbol of his party) Bastard (all capitalist politicians are) Prickster (all rich people are) - he looks so DELICIOUS!
They’re all looking so DELICIOUS!
YUMMY-!-YUMMY-!-YUMMY...
Oh yeah, and then there’s yet another black man killed by the police somewhere…
Empty stomachs mean rage-raaaage-raaaaaage-raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaagggggeeee

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Advance permission is given to the general public to spread this poem on the Internet or in physical form, so long as the poem is not edited, the poet is given credit, and the intent of such publication is not hostile.

A Poem Written While a Police Helicopter is Hovering Over Me
A poem by Wolf Larsen

It’s the Symphony of Shattered Glass & Rubber Bullets & Looting
(Unemployed hungry people are looting - imagine that!)
And Diego Rivera is painting a mural of endless black men being shot by the police
The blood of black men shot by the police is a red tidal wave splashing across America
And what if American soldiers deployed on the streets of America
Refuse to shoot American civilians
And shoot the four-star generals & war profiteers & capitalist politicians instead?
And afterwards the hordes of hungry-unemployed-Americans
Descending on the dead bodies of four-star generals & war profiteers & capitalist politicians
And devouring them in a glorious gluttony of hunger
cannibalism-!-cannibalism-!-cannibaLiiiiiisssm!!
We’re descending into the Cannibalistic States of America!
Because of unemployment and hunger-!-hunger-!-Huuungerrrrrrr!!
And bourgeois piggy liberal or conservative is just looking so delicious!
Delicious-!-deLiciOus-!-dEliCiooouuuS!!
Me on the other hand I’ll content myself with eating the $10,000 purebred dogs of the bourgeoisie
I LOVE dog!
YUMMY!!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Me, Michael Jackson, & Michelangelo’s David All Rioting Together
The poem by Wolf Larsen

So I was dancing with Michael Jackson on the moon
But my evil twin looted Michelangelo’s David out of some museum in Rome
Meanwhile, me & Michael Jackson started becoming a homoerotic sculpture on the moon
But at that very same moment my evil twin was ****ing Michelangelo’s David up the *** on the streets of Chicago
How my evil twin got Michelangelo’s David from Rome to Chicago has something to do with a Boeing airplane that fell out of The Virgin Mary’s vagina in the sky,(immaculate conception) and the airplane (which was shaped like a penis) wound up in the mouth of former mayor of Chicago Richard Jackass Daley
So anyway the next thing I know there’s a picture of my evil twin ****ing Michelangelo’s David from Rome on the front cover of all the newspapers
And everybody thinks it was me!
But I never did **** Michelangelo’s David up the *** on the streets of Chicago, because at the time I was making a homoerotic sculpture with Michael Jackson on the moon
But nobody believes me!
So now I’m sitting here in this jail cell in the Cook County Jail with Ludwig Beethoven as my cellmate
You see, Ludwig Beethoven was traveling by Time Machine via one of his symphonies
And somehow he wound up in the midst of rubber bullets & police & national guardsmen on the streets of Chicago
So now me & Ludwig Beethoven are making this homoerotic symphony together known as Beethoven’s 10th symphony in this jail cell after lights out
I’m on top of course
Hey, I’m about to cum
Check with you later

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Giant 100 Story Statue of Wolf Larsen Reciting Poetry While He Holds His Penis in One Hand & the Middle Finger in the Other Hand
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A ship with a crew of sexy blowup dolls
Is sailing from Hunter Thompson’s brain to Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony
When suddenly all the millions of people in New York City begin painting Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony all over the walls of their apartments
This is when 10,000 Vikings all with the face of Donald Trump charge out of the New York City subway system and conquer Manhattan
And now at the bordellos Pablo Picasso is painting 10,000 Vikings with the face of Donald Trump having immaculate-conception-ecstasy with sexy store manikins
At this point all the musical notes from Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony begin rioting all over Manhattan
So the National Guard arrives and begins shooting all of the musical notes rioting through the air
That’s when Mother Teresa & the Statue of Liberty have a lesbian 69 and they cum a mighty female orgasm together and save humanity

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Detached Fingers Crawling All Over the Landscape
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I pulled the Statue of Liberty out of my crotch
And then I ejaculated Joseph Stalin up into the sky
This was before Woody Allen saved the universe with his crack-cocaine cupcakes
Meanwhile, a nuclear submarine from another planet showed up in your kitchen sink
So you called up your local whorehouse
And they sent spring summer fall & winter
Afterwards, the Roman emperors Donald Trump & Barack Obama & the entire New World Roman Army showed up at your doorstep
So you jumped on a flying-naked-woman and you flew away
And now you live inside the vagina of a 400 pound woman on the moon
There, you send your royal edicts to the planet Earth via solar-powered pigeon
‘Specially on days when the swirling God of methamphetamine in the sky
Licks your balls
With his enormous tongue

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Penis Monsters Sailing Through the Heavens on Satan Sundays
A poem by Wolf Larsen

When the Great Syphilis in the sky
Dick-tates a poem to me
I pull all the magical words out of my nose
And fling them onto the page
That’s when the page becomes a dark-swirling-universe
Where sailboats full of naked Marilyn Monroe & John F. Kennedy clones
Sail from planet to planet dodging the the flying-phrases-of-poetry
Being launched into the heavens by saxophone players with humongous-blue-Dicks
The same hundreds of humongous-blue-Dicks that surround your bed at night
And talk obscene phrases-of-poetry to you in your magical dreams
Your magical dreams full of cannibalistic kings & strawberry-nipple-Queens
That all dance around the guillotines in orgies of bourgeois pleasure & gluttony & death
And each decapitated-bourgeois-head recites this poem to you
As you hold it in your hand...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

All the World’s a Whorehouse
A poem by Wolf Larsen

When the fairy cannibals of schizophrenia land
Sing their spermatozoa art to the richest men in our ballsacks
All the space alien whores of your brains
Dance like giant licorice buildings
Until the sky princes urinate their musical notes all over everybody
And that’s when sexy ballerinas jump out of the toilets of your ears
And on the stage that’s on top of your baldhead
The sexy ballerinas create all of the words of this poem
And then the little children come with their shotguns
And create action movies of lemon-meringue-pie with their bullets
Which is a delicious music that even the dolphins swimming inside of your studio apartment
Can understand
Because everyone understands the ham sandwich of your poetry
And the ending of the poem
Comes when everyone cums

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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All the Donkeys & Elephants in the Washington DC Mental Institution for the Criminally Insane Sucking this Poem Out of Wolf Larsen’s Dick and Swallowing
A prose-poem by Wolf Larsen

Everybody from the mental institution and all of the arsonists from the planet Mars and all of the giant fruits & vegetables from the supermarket all began flooding out of your head and parading down the streets, but the streets all disappear into the Middle Ages, and somehow all of the spaceships flying out of your butt wind up in the Middle Ages too, and all the chicks with big tits & dicks are painting symphonies of cannibalism all over the big canvas of the sky, and the diarrhea of the sky is falling into your mouth and it tastes like Dixieland jazz on strawberries, so the summer heat punches you with Woody Allen’s penis, so you use Woody Allen’s penis to write funny dialogue all over the buttocks of God, but before you can finish writing all over the buttocks of God, the ending of this poem hits you in the head with some brass knuckles…

Copyright 2000 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

How to Shake Hands with Your Penis
A poem by Wolf Larsen

When human heads are being eaten by the vagina plants that are growing out of the passing clouds
And the passing clouds in the sky are all being swallowed by the Giant Vagina of the First Lady of the united states of america
And the 330 million Americans that all live inside the Giant Vagina of the First Lady are all clapping & clapping
As all the bombers of the United States Air Force fly out of all of the vagina plants growing out of the passing clouds
And the bombers of the United States Air Force fly over and bomb the land of giant plastic boobs to prevent the spread of terrorist plastic boobs from spreading international-communistic-nipples
This is where the poem jumps on a freight train headed to the intergalactic-brains of tomato soup
Especially when the end of the poem is flying all around you

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen