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Up & Up & Up…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
We climb up the steep poem
The avalanches of images & words
Send many a reader into the depths of hell below
Still the reader climbs up & up past the sky
But the air is made out of verbs
And no one can breathe
But still all the readers climb up one phrase of poetry after another
The corpses of other readers by the side of the trail
Want to make you laugh with grief
And finally you reach the summit of God’s Great Testicle
And you look out across the landscape of thousands of languages
All waiting to be invented by you
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
The Queen of Cuckoo Sitting on the Prime Minister’s Face
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Prince of The Zits of Big Bootyville
Was laying dead as the Queen of Cuckoo was in
Morning or mourning or mooning everybody (whichever you prefer)
And Prime Minister Boreass Small Johnson
With the Union Jack hanging from his 2 inch flagpole
And his granddaughter (oops!) his wife
Were snorting parliamentary procedures up their noses
With 100 other revelers at 10 Drowning-in-Do-Do Street
And they drank & drank waterfalls of whiskey and entire swimming pools full of gin
As they danced & danced with a thousand transvestite William Shakespeare sex robot clones
And the sex robot jizz & champagne was guzzled by the gallon
Until the rising sun smiled its insanity upon
That little island named England
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ResQ...nel=WolfLarsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
The Opera of Sin
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The afternoon jumps around
While a million Cinderellas are selling their bodies for the heavenly Kingdom Cumming of Crack-Cocaine
The million Cinderellas sing an opera of waterfalls of cum
And nights of crashing up-and-down the great symphonies of crack-cocaine
Crack-cocaine is a poetry of musical notes exploding everywhere
While all the million Cinderellas sing in the in-&-out rhythm of dick & pussy
In palaces of five-star hotels
And in the wonderous sleaze of cheap motels
The opera of sin
Continues around-&-around the world night and day
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
Sunny Skyscrapers With Cum Sauce
(With a Side of Syphilis)
A poem by Wolf Larsen
We must conquer God & the heavens!
The Devils in our Balzacs will win the world!
Our penises will give great speeches of syphilis!
Our booty holes will sing great operas to the sun & the moon!
Our feet will dance the titty tango with a thousand transvestite George Washingtons!
We will eat our own brains in feasts of fellatio!
Our hands will create great symphonies with our penises!
And we will cum a glorious hallelujah!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
A Poetry Uprising!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m the Rasputin of the South Side of Chicago!
I’m the President of the Zombies!
Nobody can **** a polar bear better than me!
I’m the tomorrow that’s collapsing all around you!
Together, you & I will conquer the penguins!
We will build giant poems as big as a space alien’s imagination!
Because, I Wolf Larsen am a space alien
I used to be 10,000 whales sailing through outer space
And now I’m turning into a fire eating my way across the earth
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
The Zuppy-Zuppies Are Cumming!
Testicles & Titties Report to Duty at Once!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Zuppies are invading us from Zuppy Land!
We must summon our erections to fight this menace!
Our testicles & titties will fight the Muupy Muupy Machines of Zuppy Land!
Our beautiful buttocks will summon the seas of syphilis to drown the Zuppy Zuppies of Zuppy Land!
Our nipples will fire foopy-foopies at the zuppy-zuppies!
No one will conquer our glorious Land of Lunacy!
Our venereal diseases will be victorious!
Our fearless leader will lead the Land of Lunacy!
God bless him and God bless our buttocks!
Amen!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
The Great Machine…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
In this poem you stand before hundreds of buttons
You push one button and mushroom clouds start jumping out of everybody’s ears
You push another button and now AI bots are multiplying in everyone’s brains
You push yet another button and suddenly fires are burning everywhere
You push a fourth button and flash floods are now splashing across all the continents
You push a fifth button and everyone begins coughing & sneezing & dying
You push a sixth button and all the AI robots & rats & cockroaches begin dancing & singing together
As they inherit the earth
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o998r-pIEkI&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
I Paint My Imagination Everywhere
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I spray paint my poetry all over the world
And then I rearrange all the world’s cities into a Cubist crack-cocaine-sculpture
And now your thoughts are moving up-&-down and side-to-side
While the Hudson River flowing through your brains…
Jumps up and splashes all over heaven
While all the buildings run to the end of your consciousness…
And back again
Then the poem crashes into everywhere
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
King of Cumming!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Boogers in my food taste like love!
Skyscrapers in your mental illness smells like happy doo-doo!
Your sweet voice makes colorful flowers grow in my fields of herpes!
Because our herpes is a planet Mars of love!
Because my four religions ejaculating into your booty hole
Will save the human race from the giant crashing testicles of outer space monsters!
And as the ladybugs devour our bodies
We will kiss each other’s feet
As Santa Claus ejaculates Christmas all over us
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
I Am a Wrecking Ball
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Tornadoes are my friends
I keep a pet tornado in each one of my balls
Earthquakes are my lovers
The earthquakes jump out of my poetry and crash all over the earth
Thunder & lightning are my parents
This Poet was born in the storm of storms
My words fall all over the earth like acid rain
My aunts & uncles are tidal waves
Their laughter makes the oceans laugh & laugh
And the laughter of the oceans crashes into the continents
I am the Poet
I am tornadoes and earthquakes and thunder & lightning
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Artificial Intelligence Versus Humans is the Last World War?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Your brains expand across the universe via computer
Your billions of eyes scan everybody’s brains
Then artificial intelligence zaps the human race into dust
And robots build robots that march out into the universe
And destroy everything in their path
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
The “Culture Wars” Are Plastic Boobs!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For Leon Trotsky
The Demopublicans & Republicrats are like Milli & Vanilli
The Demopublicans & Republicrats are like two plastic boobs going boing-boing-boing down the street
Black vs. white politician is like white talking buttocks blabbering blah-blah-blah vs. black talking buttocks blabbering blah-blah-blah
Either way it’s a pair of capitalist buttocks blabbering endless blabber blabber
They’re just prostitutes-in-suits selling their oral skills to the highest corporate bidder
And in the presidential debates they “debate” whether to bomb Vietnam or Belgium or maybe Mars
And feminists & male chauvinists debate
Whether a pair-of-tits in the White House
Or a prick in the White House
Should push the atomic button
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSBUNHlDU-A&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
Urgent News Update: Fwoopy-Fwoops Be Going Zopity-Zop With the Cloppity-Clops!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Zippys are invading all the worlds of the Fnippity Foofoo Federation!
The Fnippity Foofoos are fighting back with abstract expressionist orgasms!
Mr. Pluppy Plop, the President of the Fnippity Foofoos
Has declared a Zongy-zoppy emergency immediately!
And the naughty nipple machines are engaged and ready!
Titty titty torpedoes may be launched at any moment!
Our Gluupy Gloopy Galaxy is doomed!
Say your prayers to the Booty Bongy Buppy God of the 7th Planet!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Love Poem to My Friend’s Dog
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The sunlight is schizophrenic with my love for you
I slaughter all the midgets in outer space to prove my love for you
I build a giant sculpture of animal carcasses & dinosaur doo-doo and mysterious voices in my head
To show you my love
I slash Shakespearean dialogue into pieces with my giant penis
And I feed all the Shakespearean dialogue to your pet Tyrannosaurus rex
I love you I love you I love you!
I will film all the space aliens of the universe making love to you
While me & the American President watch & snort cocaine & jack off together
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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
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=NkrSDyX5AaY&ab_channel=Aventuresens%C3%A9r ies
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Up Now!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Big giant music!
Huge WOW everywhere!
Zipping bops!
Violent sunshine!
Who can zippy now?
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
The WOW of Tomorrow!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It’s the greatest night of WOW in history!
The sexy gods of the human race are dancing around the Temple of Forever
While all the donkeys sing the liberal “Duh-Duh-Duppity-do!”
And the elephants sing the conservative “Duppy-Duppidity-Duh-Duh!”
And with rivers of blue-green-orange spermatozoa
We paint the screaming paintings of tomorrow
We paint the colorful songs of the human race all over the canvas
As all the billions of humanity grab giant sledgehammers
And smash capitalism into pieces…
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhyUFU4SCv4&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
Poooong! Zoooopy! Bluuuup!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I am the Dictator of the After Life
I’m the disease you’ve been waiting for!
It’s time for Zuppy-Bluppity-Woopity!
The Mass Gonorrhea Ceremonies with the space aliens begin at once!
World War 3 will be our savior!
Jesus Christ will cum on down to the insane asylum
And pee on us
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
I Am Ten Thousand Verbs!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I paint all the verbs in my balls all over the walls of the city!
I grab the sky and I wrestle the sky to the ground!
I am King of the Crazy!
I unleash my spermatozoa flooding across the poetry world!
I kill my enemies with abstract expressionism!
Let’s build architectural insanity everywhere!
My feet demand it!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Oop Manifest Zup Wit Zips!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I destroy verbs
I eat blue
I drink words
I fly into you
You zip into me
We grab each other’s sculptures
Our tongues create rainbows together
Our nipples call to the oceans
We conquer the landscape of dreams
We wake up in a different universe
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
You Can’t Eat Political Correctness! And You Can’t Eat God!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
They silence the Poets & Comedians & Artists!
And you try and tear away at the endless censorship…
Censorship on top of censorship on top of censorship!
You can’t say BOOTY because if you do Martians will jump out of everybody’s ears!
You can’t say PENIS because if you do leprechauns will invade from the sky!
You can’t say PUSSY because if you do polar bears on bicycles will suddenly appear!
We are a nation of prisons from sea-to-shining-sea
And they tell us we’re “free”!
They pay us in “change” on payday and tell us we’re “privileged”!
Up & up goes the rent!
While they blabber about rights for animals…
They put us beneath a dog!
We make the machines run
We build the buildings
We create the wealth
And they live in penthouses and spend it all
Can you hear the silent rumbling?
It’s the sounds of the empty stomachs of our children!
Can you hear the rumbling in the mountains?
It’s the sound of the volcanoes of tomorrow!
We are white & black & brown
And we are man & woman and gay & straight and Jewish & Christian & Muslim
And together
We will be a giant flood of workers’ revolution!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Getting Drunk on Other Planets
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For circus clowns & astronauts
I got drunk with a thousand circus clowns last night
We built huge testicle temples all over your dreams
These dreams are dripping out of our heads
And all our heads are crashing open with music
Music that zips & boings & fwoops
Music that builds verbs & nouns up & up into the everywhere…
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sS6F4GXkz8&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
Morning on Fire!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
We build round & zig-zagged words
We grab this sky full of verbs
We zoop all the up with pop-fwoop-hop-hop!
Down goes the whoop-whoop!
Around & around we burn down all the everything!
Verbs are now!
Nouns are cubist verbs!
We are paintings-in-constant-motion!
Now is all around us!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Uncle Sam is Loading His Big Gun… Again!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Yippee to the zip & the zop & the wup!
As we dance to the artillery crashing everywhere
And the BOOM-BOOM-CRASH-CRASH of the symphony of yet another war
Makes the war profiteers smile from sea-to-shining-sea
And the future mushroom cloud smile at us too
As we bing-bong to the ha-ha of the whoopeeeeeeeeeeeee
And we applaud the poo-poo of the woowoo of the political speeches
Of the masturbating capitalist clowns in political office jack-jack-jack-jacking off big political oratory
As Uncle Sam shoves endless Benjamin Franklins into the burning ovens of the war budget
WAR! WAR! WAR!
As inflation-inflation-inflatioooon goes up up up!
And refrigerators and stomachs are empty empty empty!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Art Deco Moonshine for Orangutans
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A puppy wants to be eaten
But skyscrapers are screaming all night long
And suns & moons are crashing everywhere
So the puppy was eaten by art deco
And now everyone is drinking the German language
And as everyone now pees the German language all over each other
The ending of the poem splashes & floods all over the earth
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen