Everyone Under the Sun by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

I’m so lonely without my kids,

he used to snivel to me.

The court took away my kids,

now what am I supposed to do?

Drink,

I answered

taking a large swig

and passing the bottle.

The court gave her full custody

and now she has my kids calling

everyone under the sun

daddy.

I wouldn’t worry about it,

I said.

Things have a funny way

of working out,

or not.

He took a small sip

and continued to worry.

Sometimes

you just can’t help those

who want to

suffer.

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.