Without the rolling of the head,
The spew of green and black and red
Without the guttural refrain
I have expunged my evil bane.
That part of heart in which you slithered
Is exsiccated, winter withered.
The exprobration of your word
Expelled now to depths unheard.
Expurgated from the black
I am never going back.
No exceptions will be made
All extortions have been paid.
Extraction of the maybe jewel
Excavated fossil fuel.
I light no match explicitly
To your vast duplicity.
So I express and expiate
Your vapid reign did terminate.
The pages, white, they held my fire
So to ash you did expire.
© Grapher April 2012