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Love Poem from the Terrorist Testicle to Everyone with Two o

"When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep."
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Love Poem from the Terrorist Testicle to Everyone with Two o

Postby wolflarsen » Sun Sep 13, 2015 7:55 am

Love Poem from the Terrorist Testicle to Everyone with Two or Three Holes
by Wolf Larsen (Oracle of the Terrorist Testicle)

I love you like the anus of presidential politics

I love you like used condoms on the sidewalk of the red light district

I love you like tuberculosis

With tuberculosis you & I can conquer English literature together!

With our love and our tuberculosis new planets will give birth to civilizations of syphilis!

Your syphilis will be my syphilis!

My chlamydia will be your chlamydia!

And the flood of AIDS will help wash away the human race!

Because we are all billions of fornicating primates on a planet full of worms & love!

Worms & love is the chlamydia of our wedding!

The ring of diarrhea around your wedding finger shall be the vomit of the Buddha!

Instead of testicles hanging between our legs we shall have Buddhas hanging between our legs!

And the Christian God with his giant all-powerful erection shall save the human race with assembly lines of little blue pills spurting out of his penis and into the pharmacies!

I love you like hepatitis C!

All of the Eiffel towers of the world up my anus is the liberation I’ve been searching for!

Love like a Jackson Pollock painting vomiting from a drunk’s mouth all over Times Square!

Love like so much impressionistic diarrhea in the toilet first thing in the morning!

Because you are my number two in the morning!

You are my syphilis in a wedding dress!

You are my grounded up cannibalistic mad cow hamburger crowding up my arteries with so much love!

Because love is a brand-new role of toilet paper!

Because all the warm milk in my testicles is the surrealistic airplanes of my tender feelings for you making love to the skies in your mouth!

How much? How much? Baby?

Give you some money some free dinner a marriage with a house some drinks?

Yes I’ve got thousands of condoms at home!

Cum on over!

Signed,
The Terrorist Testicle

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