Bar Food is Always Questionable. By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

I tap her on the shoulder 

and she gives me the once over,

smiles and leans in, 

trying to give me her number

as I tell her I just want by.

Pointing towards the bar at the back

from a busy dance floor.

Embarrassed in front of her friends.

All those ladies that drink for free.

Bar food is always questionable

and the music very loud.

She gives me the finger 

so that I think about how those many

white wedding photos will look.

What a lucky man he will be 

on that day before the full scope of the nightmare 

finally becomes apparent.

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.