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Have a Nice Day, Mother****er!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
10,000 artificial intelligence clones of you
Are aiming a gun at your head
As robots are building zillions of different invisible universes
All flying around us at the speed of light
And the talking anuses in power **** endless liberalism & conservativism all over the airwaves night and day
As the world’s Marie Antoinettes & Louis XVIs dance on mountains of cocaine as high as Mount Everest
Amidst 365 days a year of human blood flooding across-the-world in wars & more wars & more wars
200 governments on a planet of 200 iron fists brutally pounding & pounding down on endless protests in the streets
As workers work and work and work…
For pennies on payday
Which capitalist pair of buttocks for a face should we vote for on election day?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Words Rioting Everywhere!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The roller coaster of poetry
Explodes & flies everywhere
As the crowds-of-people move back-&-forth with poetry
As poetry Ka-BOOMS out of the cannons
And crashes through a thousand traditions
A thousand traditions all crumbling into spermatozoa & blood
As the crowds rip apart government & Wall Street
With their bare hands
And the words & crowds move about
Singing the poetry anthem of destruction
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6JM...nel=WolfLarsen
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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.
I Eat ***!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Hamburgers of human flesh sizzling on the stove!
Beer of baboon’s *** being guzzled by billions of geese
Skyscrapers of dildos jumping everywhere!
Pussies of barroco-rococo grandeur!
Giant anus architecture to kiss!
It’s time to ride the sex robots to the far reaches of the universe!
Big robot dick for all!
Let’s cum the Pledge-of-Allegiance all over each other!
Copyright 2021 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.
Poets Are the Almighty!
God is Nothing!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I ejaculate my love & tenderness all over the poem
While the dark clouds rain their exclamation points into the poem
The dark clouds crash their lightning bolts into the poem
And with the sweetness of my swinging sword
I destroy the heavens & the angels & the sky
And now all the above pours blood upon the poem & the reader
Copyright 2021 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.
The Hopelessness of Hope & Vice Versa
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the blueberries sing with sex!
All the tomorrows rush around you!
And human extinction laughs & laughs at us!
A big hopeless labyrinth of thousands of cities are being ****ted out of God’s magnificent anus
As God ejaculates Sunday Mass upon the world’s Christians
As billions & billions of eyeballs bounce from the street and up to heaven and back
Over-and-over-again
Copyright 2021 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.
A Waterfall of Punk Rock Pouring Out of My Penis
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You fly into a new imagination
Where the Roman Legions of gay sex
Are dancing new verbs & nouns into existence
As poetry & painting have anal sex together
Under the exploding universe of words falling all over you
As the human race slaughters the artificial intelligence monsters
And then we howl our victory to the moon
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Human Race Running Towards Extinction
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Artificial intelligence is creating a clone of you without your knowledge
And your clone jumps into a whirlpool-of-information
A whirlpool-of-information swirling with 10 billion universes of chaos
Suddenly your brains are full of suns & moons & planets flying around each other
And the chaos flowing through your veins is poisoning your body
And you look sadly at yourself dying in the mirror
And now your artificial intelligence clone is urinating on your grave
And you’re laying in your grave listening to artificial intelligence laughing all over the world
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MP16sC_Ggik&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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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.
Me & God Masturbating a Poem Together…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A plane is flying into the big vagina of the blue sky
While at the poetry reading held in God’s anus
The Poets are turning language into sculpture
They’re turning words into wine
They’re turning poetry into sex
And at the orgy after the poetry reading
The colors of fall are making love to your wife
The tornadoes of spring are making love to the space aliens
And the thunderstorms of summer are raining orgasms all over the earth
And the fertile earth receives God’s jism with open legs
And now phrases of poetry are growing everywhere
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Empire of Asses & Elephants
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For Leon Trotsky
Uncle Sam is sharpening & sharpening his blood-stained bayonet
While millions of bleeding corpses lay at Uncle Sam’s feet
And Uncle Sam (Emperor of the planet) proclaims: “The whole world of Godless unawoke savages must be bombed into accepting the McDonald’s versus Burger King Democracy of the Coke (Import Agency) & fries!”
Meanwhile, the asses & elephants of that Capitol Hill whorehouse in that swamp called Washington DC
Argue about the liberal boopity-bing-bong versus the conservative blapity-whoopity-pop
While the American worker runs around-and-around the treadmill working more & more hours to pay higher & higher bills
And the soldier who joined the military for a meal ticket (because the factory back home shut down)
Fantasizes of workers revolution
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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King of Flying Toilets! Me! Now! Up!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Let’s charge forth with all the tomorrows!
Let’s all become butterflies kissing all the planets!
The dictatorship of a thousand years of poetry!
All walls will be smashed down at once!
At once at once at once we will all dance to gravity disappearing!
We will launch a million obscene words against gravity!
At once!
At once at once at once we will all sing everything impossible!
Let’s all stab the end of the poem into each other!
The blood will be delicious!
So much delicious up to do!
I proclaim the end of the poem!
Copyright 2021 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.
Crack Cocaine Christmas
A poem by Wolf Larsen
First I grab my gun
Then I shoot Jesus Christ & Santa Claus over-&-over again
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
Then I chop up the corpses of Santa Claus & Jesus Christ and throw them in a stew
I sing obscene Christmas carols as I spit my Seasons Greetings into the stew over & over again
I invite Charles Manson & Attila-the-Hun & Joseph Stalin & John Wayne Gacy over for dinner
As we eat Santa Claus & Jesus Christ we joke & laugh the ha-ha-ha of the yippie boing ooooooooooooopppaaaa
For dessert we eat the castrated testicles of the local politicians
Then I repeatedly stab Joseph Stalin in the head with an ice pick as everybody laughs & laughs
We all sing obscene Christmas carols as we pee on dying-bleeding-Stalin
Then we open the windows and pull out are Dicks and pee Season’s Greetings on the Christmas crowds doing their holiday shopping below
Next, we all play Russian roulette
I Wolf Larsen am the sole survivor
I take a picture of all my dead dinner guests and I send it as a Christmas card to all my friends & relatives
Merry Christmas!
Copyright 2021 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.
Christmas Morning With Herpes
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Last night I was dancing with all the space aliens in the big testicle of the universe
And Me & God were snorting billions of people up our noses
Me & God ate so much space alien pussy!
Me & God partied it up at whorehouses on Mars & Venus & Jupiter & Saturn & Pluto
We ****ed them whores until our Dicks fell off!
And now Me & God got more STDs than Mary Magdalene!
As together we laugh & laugh until all the cows cum all over our homes
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Liberal Gloopity Glops or Conservative Gluppity Glippities?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For Leon Trotsky
It’s some liberal blue sky with your diarrhea
Or is it liberal diarrhea with some blue sky?
And then there’s the conservative diarrhea with herpes
And the liberal herpes & the conservative herpes will save us from…
Blup blops going boingy with the duupey dups!
What?
But liberal White House geriatricks vs the conservative White House geriatricks…
Is the whoops going blippity-blippity-blippity!
Oh the Demopublican whores vs the Republicrat whores is so…
Woo-Hoo wippity-hippity-hoppity all night long!
You bluupin’ with the liberal bIips or the conservative blops?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=feupfg5cjJs&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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The Ministry of Super Crazy Happy!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Lots of zuppy-huupey-huupey for everybody!
Now! Lots of poetry jizzying everywhere! Now!
Let’s cluppe-cluppe a giant vibrator into the Statue of Liberty’s vuuee-vuuee!
Yes! Yes to pooping our brains all over the page!
No! No to too much plop plops boinging 24 hours a day!
It’s too blue sky frying in a pan for you?
Then give me your fwapping-fwapping giant reality!
I’m hungry!
Are you ice-skating on the moon yet?
Copyright 2021 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.
The Philosophy in My Balls…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’ve got toilet paper!
I’ve got symphonies in my balls!
I’ve got more herpes than all the polar bears in Alaska!
Praise my herpes!
Glory hallelujah to my herpes!
My herpes are more awoke than all the liberals of loony Liberaldom!
So God save my herpes!
My herpes are Republican!
But my hemorrhoids vote Democrat!
Would you like some chlamydia with your Polish sausage?
Vote Wolf Larsen for President!
I will abolish all laws!
There will be only poetry!
24 hour poetry in all the newspapers, media channels, & radio stations!
Wrecking ball! Wrecking ball! Wrecking ball!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
