Boy do they love to talk a septic tank
out of shit, about everyone’s favourite villain,
until they need something and come
crawling back out of the roach walls,
only after dark and long enough to make
some idiotic demand of this man who hardly sleeps,
who busts his ass and does so much for each one of these
ungrateful little pricks
who turn around and slander his name in various smut parlours
for advantage
thinking he doesn’t see it all,
that their deception has been so sly
that he’s not just taking numbers.
out of shit, about everyone’s favourite villain,
until they need something and come
crawling back out of the roach walls,
only after dark and long enough to make
some idiotic demand of this man who hardly sleeps,
who busts his ass and does so much for each one of these
ungrateful little pricks
who turn around and slander his name in various smut parlours
for advantage
thinking he doesn’t see it all,
that their deception has been so sly
that he’s not just taking numbers.
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.
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