Spell Spiellage
There’s a wizard in the Ivory House,
speaking grandiose
The klu
is in the bewitching words
he spew
This be the klux of the matter —
See the toxic spiellage
vapor wasted
‘pon the global village
His pagan echo klan
got a grand theft,
glib grift,
dragon breath plan
Be [a]ware,
for there’s
a wanton wizard
in the White Tower of Power
And he’s waving a hex wand
of caste hatred,
and touting melanin division
The karma ka klu
is in the incantation words
he insidiously spew
Collecting coins be the klux
of his conjuring chatter
Casting cold choler charm,
which jinn elixir flatter
Hear how his spell bound klan
try to sell
the morally unspeakable —
Froggy spiellage
from sewer mouth toads
Woe what Oz portentous vex power
he stirs angrily
Fear potion that make people cower
The clean air of calm relief
is rancor-pierced
by his adder dagger augury
Voodoo promises
are so soul binding to keep
Many beryl bosoms be boo mesmerized
by the emerald vocal glitter
Potter field sly is that hypnotic disguise
Spell spiellage
always sound leprechaun grand
Violent tillage
has vice spawned ‘cross the land
Puffery pillage
take possession of hearts barren
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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