All the Great Words Are Dead!

It is said, it is said

All the great words are dead

Now they flutter like ghosts, mere memories in the head

Or they cower and they stumble from the mouths of fools who mumble

"Far better they are gone... far better, far better, far better." they said.

We were told, we were told

That the great words were bad,

That they made people sad

And we settled, yes we settled, yes we settled for that!

Are you mad, are you mad

That now the great words are bad,

Words like canticle and capriciousness and character and cad?

Are you sad, are you sad

As you mourn the loss of beauty?

Now we must all cater to our pc duty.

Never say, never say, never speak them again

All this chastity and charity and kindliness must end!

The great new words are significant you know.

Glorious words like Phat, Whack and Ho.

Marvelous concoctions of consonant and vowel,

Emulating sounds that rumble from the bowel.

More real, more real, more real they said,

Snuffling on their sleeve

They stood back and let our culture leave.