I Told Myself I Would Never Write a Funny Poem
But, I'm Really High and my Life is Basically a Dramedy. So, This is my (almost) Funny Poem. Content warning for mentions of sexual acts, drugs, mental illness, inpatient therapy, religion, deadnames, and death.
My “it’s 2:13 am and I’m trying to
Google information about my upcoming surgery
but all I can find are old forum posts
about how the procedure significantly
increased the ease of fisting” poem.
My “I showed up to the workshop
twenty minutes late
and all I heard was something about
turning children into chili” poem
My “the best Christmas gift I ever received
was a pillow with 14 year old Josh Peck’s
dorky face repeated all over it” poem.
My “I still can’t eat Fruit Loops
because one time, as a small child
I had a nightmare about getting
my eyes gauged out by a toucan” poem
My “shuttlecock” poem.
My “being immunocompromised
in the middle of a quarantine
means I’m so goddamn lonely
that the other day,
I googled the distance between me
and someone else from my state
that I met online that same day,
and decided without knowing
a damn thing about them
that a 3.5 hour drive would be difficult
but if we loved each other enough
we could make the relationship work.” poem
My “eating three quesadillas
at my friend’s mom’s house
because nobody knew how to tell her
vegans don’t eat cheese” poem
My “shitting my BRAINS OUT
after eating three quesadillas
at my friend’s mom’s house
because nobody knew how to tell her
vegans don’t eat cheese” poem
My “I started hitting the woah to make fun
of people who hit the woah
and now I cannot stop hitting the woah” poem.
My “I played Sims for five straight hours this morning
because it felt slightly more productive
staring at a computer-generated fantasy of my life
than actually living” poem
My “roommate who wouldn’t stop masturbating
so violently we could hear him downstairs” poem
My “sweaty, teenage foreplay
in a Hot Topic fitting room
with a girl I met on VampireFreaks.com” poem
My “There is a good chance
I accidentally gave my favorite drag queen
food poisoning and sent her
to the emergency room” poem.
My “please for the love of God
keep your fists away from me” poem.
My “being deadnamed after a douche” poem.
My “no, really, I mean a LITERAL douche.
Not just a shitty person” poem.
My “finding a packet of condoms
in great-grandma’s belongings” poem.
My “rolling a joint with my grandfather
on Easter morning and
telling each other
not to tell my mother” poem.
My “a few weeks ago I was dared to fit the line:
The boy cried you a sweater of tears,
and you killed him
from Spongebob into a poem
- so here it fuckin’ is” poem.
My “telling Mackenzie
we should get simultaneously admitted
to a mental hospital as a little vacation” poem
My “my friend Daniel once spent an entire night
borrowing all our phones
so, he could take a picture of his balls
and set it as our lock screens...
yeah, he’s dead now” poem.
(that last joke is why I belong in a mental hospital)
My “One time,
I got my ass grabbed accidentally
by a Disney Channel star
and the camera person did not wait
long enough to take our photo afterwards” poem
My “One time,
I went on a date with a completely different
Disney Channel star,
assuming we were both queer men because
... Disney Channel star....
and found myself sitting through
a four-hour sermon.
Over coffee I had to pay for.” Poem
My “I don’t even fucking like coffee,
I just wanted to maybe, someday
meet Miley Cyrus” poem.
My “I was the first person to pre-order my own book
because I was afraid nobody else would do it” poem
(swear to god, that’s not a promo)
My “After ending my four-year relationship
I invited my hot friend whom I
was not-so-secretly in love with
to a hotel
hoping for cuddles and a smoke session,
expecting regrettable break-up sex,
and all I got was this crappy T-shirt I brought from home
and a TV that only played Supernanny reruns” poem
My “no, that’s not a birthmark on my ass,
it’s a scar
from when I got bitten by a goose
trying to impress a pretty girl” poem.
My “kiss my ass, Neil,
berries are amazing” poem.
My “going skinny dipping at a high school sleepover
and being asked the next morning
why the hot tub smells like SeaWorld” poem.
My “my aunt used to invite Mormons over
to her house to do drugs and play video games
and one time I am fairly sure I
saw one of them snort coke out of a Bible” poem.
My “seriously,
I don’t think I can ever
give fist bumps again” poem.
About the Creator
Sawyer Benjamin
He/They. Queer, trans, survivor of stage four endometriosis. Author of Blink coming 02/21 and Rainbow Writers facilitator.
IG @ sbc.poetry
www.bigcartel.com/sbcpoetry
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