A Little Less Than Happy Hour. By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

This beer has more head than I’ve gotten

in the past two years,

I confess.

What lisping dumb totalitarian poured this piss?

Must be one of those sexually unable to perform things.

The way the television tries to tell you it’s okay 

when it’s not.

You know it’s bad when women can’t even please each other!

she says.

I thought you gals couldn’t stand each other.   

Rat traps for fingernails and all that jazz.

Just sexually, 

she admits.

We just piss each other off 

the rest of time.

Men don’t even have that, 

I say.

We infuriate each other

and all the women

too.

   

Who created this monstrosity!

she laughs.

Damned if I know,

I say.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage.  His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly,The Rye Whiskey Review, Outlaw Poetry Network, Under The Bleachers, The Dope Fiend Daily and In Between Hangovers.