WolfLarsen
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A Pimp, a God, a Poet
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I only want the birds to sing my name
I only want my feet to run with words
I want my brains to become thousands of erotic hurricanes
I want my immaculate conceptions to create earthquakes
I want my Penis to become the greatest god ever created
Because my jail cell is you
Because my tomorrow is death
Because my death is thousands of delicious words wiggling in-&-out of my corpse like worms & maggots kissing my corpse with poetry
Only poetry can castrate the human race
Only poetry can welcome World War III with open arms
Because a nuclear Armageddon is the final poem
Because my testicles are two nuclear missiles ready for launching
The women receiving my poetry with open legs are the prostitutes of Eden
Because I Adam am the pimp of Eve
And when the rolling wheels of incest come I will ejaculate world peace all over you
I will paint my boogers & snot & piss all over poetry
I will ejaculate my poetry all over the world
I will sodomize every priest & preacher
I will decapitate every bourgeoisie at the guillotines of eternal happiness
And I will prostitute the wives & daughters of the politicians in my bordello of celestial sin
Because my belly button told me to do it
Because my testicles are on fire with all of the desires of a burning universe
The only salvation is sin
And all our sins shall become the book of Wolf Larsen
All our murders shall be a giant rainbow of mercy cleansing our victims of suffering
Because suffering is too much pink flesh dripping & drooling down the walls of loneliness
Because a tidal wave of loneliness is drowning all the cities of the world
And all of the cities of the world are drowning in Wolf Larsen’s spermatozoa
Because my spermatozoa are the eternal words of the human race
Because all my ejaculations are poetry
Because my penis is the mightiest pen that has ever been inside of a woman
And the women know it, they know that multiple orgasms earthquake-ing through their bodies awaits them in my bedroom
My bedroom is an S&M dungeon of forbidden pleasures
My bedroom is where the women sing like opera singers when they’re bent over on all fours
My bedroom is the heaven of immaculate conception for all of the fertility goddesses of the world
Only my penis can bring you the salvation of sin & pleasure carrying you into the blue sky
Only by opening your legs to me will you find centuries of joy in one afternoon
Only by surrendering your body to me will you find what you were created for
Because you were created for pleasure
Because your womb wants to be filled with my creativity
And later when you work in my whorehouse you will know the wondrous excess of Baroque decadence that you have always craved
My whorehouse will be your heaven
The handsome gods that come to my whorehouse will pleasure you for hours of sin
And you will surrender all your female relatives to me, and they too will work in my whorehouse with the joy of each heavenly afternoon exciting their bodies with so much dripping sex
I will be the wonderful & permissive father that you never had
I will be your pimp
I will be your god
I will be your Poet
Copyright 2015 by Wolf Larsen
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I only want the birds to sing my name
I only want my feet to run with words
I want my brains to become thousands of erotic hurricanes
I want my immaculate conceptions to create earthquakes
I want my Penis to become the greatest god ever created
Because my jail cell is you
Because my tomorrow is death
Because my death is thousands of delicious words wiggling in-&-out of my corpse like worms & maggots kissing my corpse with poetry
Only poetry can castrate the human race
Only poetry can welcome World War III with open arms
Because a nuclear Armageddon is the final poem
Because my testicles are two nuclear missiles ready for launching
The women receiving my poetry with open legs are the prostitutes of Eden
Because I Adam am the pimp of Eve
And when the rolling wheels of incest come I will ejaculate world peace all over you
I will paint my boogers & snot & piss all over poetry
I will ejaculate my poetry all over the world
I will sodomize every priest & preacher
I will decapitate every bourgeoisie at the guillotines of eternal happiness
And I will prostitute the wives & daughters of the politicians in my bordello of celestial sin
Because my belly button told me to do it
Because my testicles are on fire with all of the desires of a burning universe
The only salvation is sin
And all our sins shall become the book of Wolf Larsen
All our murders shall be a giant rainbow of mercy cleansing our victims of suffering
Because suffering is too much pink flesh dripping & drooling down the walls of loneliness
Because a tidal wave of loneliness is drowning all the cities of the world
And all of the cities of the world are drowning in Wolf Larsen’s spermatozoa
Because my spermatozoa are the eternal words of the human race
Because all my ejaculations are poetry
Because my penis is the mightiest pen that has ever been inside of a woman
And the women know it, they know that multiple orgasms earthquake-ing through their bodies awaits them in my bedroom
My bedroom is an S&M dungeon of forbidden pleasures
My bedroom is where the women sing like opera singers when they’re bent over on all fours
My bedroom is the heaven of immaculate conception for all of the fertility goddesses of the world
Only my penis can bring you the salvation of sin & pleasure carrying you into the blue sky
Only by opening your legs to me will you find centuries of joy in one afternoon
Only by surrendering your body to me will you find what you were created for
Because you were created for pleasure
Because your womb wants to be filled with my creativity
And later when you work in my whorehouse you will know the wondrous excess of Baroque decadence that you have always craved
My whorehouse will be your heaven
The handsome gods that come to my whorehouse will pleasure you for hours of sin
And you will surrender all your female relatives to me, and they too will work in my whorehouse with the joy of each heavenly afternoon exciting their bodies with so much dripping sex
I will be the wonderful & permissive father that you never had
I will be your pimp
I will be your god
I will be your Poet
Copyright 2015 by Wolf Larsen
