Poems from ryanmacsmith

I'm a White Who Turns the Baker's Cake Sour
I speak slurpingly, slurring syllables and cementing sentences with a lengthily locked lisp synchronized with second-guess— second-...
Sinner! Socialist!
Sinner! Socialist! Jump in the calling cauldron! Burn! Suffer, loner!   What can I do? Who am I?   Should I cry? Sorrow slings, swallows,...