Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Beef Curtains (2) By Ryan Quinn Flanagan


Saw this thing on social media
where some woman claimed to have
sent a picture of her vagina to some guy
who wrote back that he loved to eat 
at Arby’s as well.

It was probably a joke, but you can never tell.
The world is changing clothes all the time.

I noticed that only men were laughing.
Which happens a lot nowadays.

It gave me a good laugh as well.
And why not.





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.

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