What I Would Have Told That Asshole that Made Me Walk into a Major Drug Buy at Nineteen if I Knew. By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

They’ll kill us in a second

if they sense weakness

and sure, there is the trouble of the bodies,

but anyone who has straight killers on the payroll

has likely thought of that,

there are many acids for that now,

notice how the bartender was in on it too

the juice heads working the door,

I bet we could be disappeared better than Earhart 

into the steaming rice bowl of Asia

in under an hour

   

a hundred dollars 

to end up ass-to-ass 

in an unmarked grave,

I think not. 

   

Fuck you Dan, 

and all your 

connections.

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.