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.