lolcat poetry postcard #2: ‘yowl,’ for hello kitties

This series is inspired by LOLcat Wasteland. I used kaibara87’s image, “Cat or Alien?” in accordance with its Creative Commons Attribution license.

The poem is based on the opening lines of Ginsberg’s “Howl.” Here are those lines, if anyone wants to see them.

In case you can’t read the text within the image, here it is:

CHEEZBURGERS UR MINDZ WILL RUIN, LEEF U HAIRLES HISSIN EMPTY,

U DRAG UR PRETTIE BOWED HEADZ THRU ALLEYS LOOKIN 4 ANY MEATS,

FLUFFY-HEADED TRADEMARK KITTEZ BURN 4 CONNECSHUN WIF TEH CHEEZBURGER IN TEH DARK SKY, ITS CHARRED EDGEZ

Disclaimer: I am a vegetarian. I don’t condone the eating of cheezburgers. But it’s funny. You have to admit it’s funny.

Posted by Dana on 11.10.2009 at 5:28 pm
Categories: of or relating to poetry, poetry postcards, read write poem

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1. rallentanda - November 10, 2009

Your cat looks gorgeous but has been helping himself to your narcotic medicine. I read this poem to my marmalade boys and they ran under the house and wont come out:))

2. angie - November 10, 2009

teh lollierz, yah!

(I don’t eat cheezeburgers and I’m not on any meds at the moment, but I do have a hard time taking ‘Howl’ seriously so yeah, this is funny.)

3. Deb - November 10, 2009

Kitty’s lost his teeth, but not the bite.

Happy making all about.

4. Dave - November 10, 2009

Very good! I LOLed.

5. kimberlee - November 11, 2009

You know I can’t resist LOLcat poem day. I had my Hello Kitty lighter out and high above my head as I imagined you reading it.

6. Dana - November 17, 2009

Hi all, I got pneumonia and wandered off. I didn’t mean to leave these comments ignored; it’s not my style.

I probably got the pneumonia as a punishment for turning legitimate poetry into LOLcat poetry. I am bad. I should not be allowed to breathe.

Or perhaps it started as an allergic reaction — I am allergic to cats, after all. I should not be spending my free time manipulating images of them and writing poems in the LOLcat language.

If this comment makes no sense, blame the cough suppressant. It has codeine in it. I didn’t get into the kind I have that contains hydrocodone. That’s for extra-special times.

7. Justin Evans - November 18, 2009

Dana:

e-mail me for the poem

evjustin (at) yahoo (dot) com

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