A Conversation about Crack Babies. by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

I held a 21 day old crack baby.

Congrats, great start in life.

Fuck.

Yep.

Mum is at a crack head meeting so the nurses are babysitting for three hours.

It’s a wonderful life, starring crack baby.

Fuck.  Again.

Yep.  There better not be reincarnation.

I’d come back as a crack baby urine puck with a burning

foot fetish.

Hahahaha you totally would!

I know.  I got the best luck.

Well…you got me so that’s pretty lucky lol.

You had to go and make it all mushy didn’t you?

Ugly crack baby judges you.

LOL, now you’re just pinching from Friends.

Don’t you have some crack babies to hold the pipe for?

I’m going back to work.

God bless.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a male gigolo for hire.  Presently residing along the sunny shores of Guantanamo Bay, Cuba where he spends his days drinking discount Tequila and accusing chemtrails of being "sky farts."  His work can be found both in print and online in such joints as: The Rye Whiskey Review, The Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry Network, Horror Sleaze Trash, and Under The Bleachers.