The Orgy of Pigs & Donkeys & Elephants in Uncle Sam's Whorehouse
Part two of a musical by Wolf Larsen
Suddenly, terrorist bunny rabbits begin jumping out of the ceiling and jumping out of the floor and jumping out of the two giant toilets on stage, and the terrorist bunny rabbits all have methamphetamine-peanut-butter-laser-guns.
The entire horn section begins screEEAAam-ing!
The transvestite men and whores on stage all scream/sing out: "OH FUCK! IT'S THE TERRORIST BUNNY RABBITS OF AL-FRUITY LOOPS! OH FUCK FUCK FUCK! AND THEY HAVE THEIR METHAMPHETAMINE-PEANUT-BUTTER-LASER-GUNS!"
The entire horn section screEEAAams out all over again!
Then the harp begins playing softly & sympathetically...
The writer of the musical sitting at his desk on stage sings: "It's so flippity-floppity digging in my nose for the words of this musical! I feel like I've been climbing up into God's anus for some millennia now, and this phrase of poetry that jumps from plays into poems and then into novels and through screenplays is the world's longest nightmare that ever plagued a human being! Please God let me out of your anus! My nightmare never ends – it spreads for miles around..."
And that's when all the whores & transvestites & terrorist bunny rabbits of Al-Fruity Loops all sing together: "The writer is so zoopadee! He's so ZOWEEEE! And sometimes he even hides his penis in a secret drawer at the FBI! Zippity-zowee-kamooey! But other times he just sticks his ear to the vagina of the First Lady, and he listens to all the congressional committees having their proceedings there! Oh muck! Oh schmuck! Oh fuck!"
The woodwinds play: "Oh mUck! Oh schmUck! Oh fUck!”
That's when the leader of the terrorist bunny rabbits of Al-Fruity Loops sings out: "In the first lady's vagina you'll find the factory that produces all the predator drones that are killing & blasting & ka-booming left-&-right! In the First Lady's vagina you'll also find everything you ever lost in your younger years – all the marbles and bizarre childhood drawings and lost condoms!"
And all the other terrorist bunny rabbits of Al-Fruity Loops sing out: "Our buttocks of theee, sweet land of Indian genociiiide, and the birth of the mushroom cloouud!"
And the leader of the terrorist bunny rabbits of Al-Fruity Loops sings: "In the first lady's vagina you'll also find all the tanks & aircraft carriers you could ever want to eat! Yummy yummy! Tonguey – tonguey!"
And all the other terrorist bunny rabbits of Al-Fruity Loops sing: "But What's in the President's Anus? What's in the president's anus? – "
The saxophone sings out: "The preeesident's anus! The preeesident's anus!"
Then the leader of the terrorist bunny rabbits of Al-Fruity Loops sings: "Who cares what's in the president's anus? It's what's in my anus that counts! Because I’m Bob! I'm Bob – king of the terrorists! I'm the grand whimzee- zippy-daddy of all terrorists!"
The rest of the terrorist bunny rabbits sing: "He's Bob Bob Bob – Bob the terrorist! He's the best diarrhea that the Colonel Sanders ever tasted! He’s Bob Bob Bob – Bob the terrorist!"
A terrorist bunny rabbit jumps out from the rest and sings: "He's all the dead fish that a dog could fly with! He’s Bob Bob Bob – Bob the terrorist! He's the miracle of all the spaceships of radio land!"
The rest of the terrorist bunny rabbits sing: "He’s Bob Bob Bob – Bob the terrorist!"
Bob sings: "I've got more pubic hair than anyone else in the whooole Milky Way galaxy!"
All the whores sing: "He's the most fried streetcorner of all Pluto!"
All the transvestites sing: "He's the granny's panties of your television set!"
Copyright 2012 by Wolf Larsen