Man Nipples are Meant to be Ceremonial. By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Remember when you didn’t have to go dragging 

the sparkplugs out of the car each night to get your jollies?

Man nipples are meant to be ceremonial,

like flowers at a wedding.

The moment you start sucking on the flowers,

the rest of the garden grows uncomfortable.

The veggies get stunted and the hoe can’t do shit 

for the soil.

   

I feel as though someone should have already 

had this conversation with you.

Now,

it’s on the page 

for everyone to read.

Part of the public record.

Like your allergy to nuts and my 

allergy to you.

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.