doktor-howl
American
Doktor Howl (1925-present) is the last survivor of the Old Bohemians Club, and is considered a rather unexceptional poet, who should probably remove his irons from the fire and put his poems in their place. Although he hasn't been included in a poetry anthology since the second world war, he has a pile of rejection slips that grew so large, it fell over and killed his wife. His work has not been translated into any other languages, unfortunately, as they don't seem to bear any relationship to the language he wrote them in. Doktor Howl is an accomplished scientist who has been banned from the campus of every major American and European university for what small-minded detractors call "unnatural acts", relating to his experiments.
Oh, the pain, the assault
On my nose
The bitter humiliation
The gall of life's existence
Devoid of meaning,
Save pain
The horrible squishing between
My toes
The cat has ****** in my boots.
Again.
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 8:11 PM UTC
Howls in the night
Keep sweet Morpheus at bay
Some things just aren't right
That ******* cat is having his way
With the Neighbor's chihuahua again
STUPID CAT!
Rats are for EATING, not for making love!
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 9:40 AM UTC
My new best friend has perished
Though I only met him last night
His company was cherished
That **** cat knocked him down
And then drank the spilled bourbon
Now I am bereft of my solace
With only the empy bottle, and
I maintain that if Coolidge were still president
This would never have happened.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 11:07 AM UTC
Ah, youth, were hast thou fled?
It seems to me only yesterday that
I was dodging the draft in WWII.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah. Someone's buggered off with
My false teeth.
It's that f*cking cat again.
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC