When Hundreds of Skyscrapers Are Jumping out of My Penis...
A poem by Wolf Larsen

My name is W-O-L-F and I have C-R-A-Z-Y.

And whenever hundreds of skyscrapers are jumping out of my penis I take a little yellow pill called Transvestite-Maniacs-Having-Anal-Sex-with-Charles-Manson. Of course, there is no cure for hundreds of skyscrapers jumping out of your penis, but Transvestite-Maniacs-Having-Anal-Sex-with-Charles-Manson can help.

Transvestite-Maniacs-Having-Anal-Sex-with-Charles-Manson is not for everyone. Talk to your doctor if interstate highways are jumping into your mouth and falling out of your anus, or if you're pregnant, or if you plan to get pregnant by orangutans, sheep, or extraterrestrials.

Side effects may include tornadoes jumping out of your bellybutton, 10-foot-long-penises squiggling along the ground for as far as the eye can see, and giant vaginas in the sidewalk swallowing up all the passerby.

Talk to your doctor about Transvestite-Maniacs-Having-Anal-Sex-with-Charles-Manson today!

Copyright 2014 by Wolf Larsen