Black Humor Poems Novels & Stories

His witty remarks, laced with sarcasm, hang in the air, momentarily lightening the heavy atmosphere of the dungeon. I engage in a brief exchange of words with Tyler, our conversation punctuated by his dry wit and dark humor. He uses jokes as a shield, deflecting the severity of our predicament. The irony isn't lost on me; while I pity his situation, he seems oddly detached, finding solace in jests even when the reality of our captivity looms over us.

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

The chill drenched into my bones, and I shivered. Zack stood at the entrance, his smile sardonic. He clapped his hands, and the maids got the message. They grabbed the snow off the ground and made snowballs. Then they hurled the snowballs at us. The snowballs exploded the moment they came in contact with our skin. The chill seeped in worse than ever. This was humiliating. It almost felt like I was a toy. I struggled and thrashed around. "Stop! They're Wendy's parents!"

He laughs holding the drink then takes the moment to make fun of me. “You want me to tell everybody here in the bar that the fighter, The Sickle, undefeated UFC champion spends his nights reading romantic novels, this fucked up girly shit, 50 shades of gray, is that it, man? Where is your poetry notebook, you still do that shit, old man?” I don’t answer, telling him to speak low, I raise my middle finger and start to laugh alone, while I prepare an orange juice for myself. “You know what, Jack, go fuck yourself.”

With nothing in mind, he laughed shamelessly! "Hahahaha! Fucking idiots, you two! Hahaha!" "You two are Idiots? How come you have to wear that! That is the wearing clothes of female animals! Hahaha!" "I don't know my friend is this Idiot Haha! Haha!" Dick mocked this out loudly while laughing. Of course he knew to the core about Darkness having him wear that clothes! "....." The "two idiots" which Dick called is boiling from anger. "Oh, oh!" Dick exclaimed.

The​y were b​la⁠ck with grime. I sho‍u⁠ld have be⁠e​n furious. I shou​l​d have been humiliated. But the absurdi​ty hit me. I started to ch‍uckl‍e. Then I la‌ugh⁠ed. A deep, r​a​spy s​o​und t⁠hat hurt my chest. We sat in the rain, laughing like lunatics, while the smel​l of the​ sewer wafted around us.

“Participation is the hardest thing. Easier to watch and judge than actually try.” “So I am doing the hard thing?” “Yes.” “Good. I was cast down as punishment. I choose to make punishment into purpose. I will learn participation until I understand it completely. Then…” It paused. “Then I do not know. But I will know when I reach that point.” “That’s very human of you,” Finn said. “Is it compliment or insult?” “Both. Usually both.” The fallen thing made a sound like laughter. Wrong pitch. Wrong rhythm. But attempting the concept. “I think I understand humor now. It is finding enjoyment in contradictions.”

she laughs again. “I know another. This one is good,” he says. “A dwarf enters a bar and goes to the bar. He starts jumping around to order a beer. As he sees that nobody serves it to him, he goes behind the bar to see what going on and sees another dwarf jumping behind the bar, saying: black-haired or blonde? Black-haired or blonde? “Oh, my God!” She laughs in such a way that she almost chokes. “That was very cruel.” “Ah! So you laugh at cruelty?” He jokes.

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”