I open the book
Full of abandon words
beaming and giggly
They know not what they are missing
I learn a new term a new way to speak
Looking about I think who am I kidding
The book is covered with dust
The pages starting to decay
Words slipping and sadly being replaced
Bringing a sigh from my parched lips

How can it be that we are in this time
this place where slang is such a common phase
We have the knowledge as poets should have
yet still there are these brakes in communication
Some words are bad and other are good
When there definitions are discarded
it shouldn't be that bads replaced with gay
As poets we should, no it is requirement
That our tongues speak the correct word

With all these new fads and expressions of self
We should defend the language if nothing else
Cause once things get turned upside down
Then more words are chased out
The chaos that's caused is not worth the price
To have to whisper in public
Argue the point or correct ones own line

But I am just one and my words mean little
Since none of you care that the words are being lost
Until perhaps one day your own poems taken wrong
Misinterpret because of a single word

So go and keep up, keep butchering it all
In the end you will pay
for now lI will leave you with this