English Will Never Die

Every day in every country, Our language is distorted, mutated on planet Earth. Good words like “drolic” die, Whilst “wanna ‘ave a go” is given a birth. In Australia it’s clearly a Mad World with Slang words destroying our grammar. “Yeah naah, naah yeah” Smash literature, smash it with a hammer. We always modify and contort our words, “Too right, this arvo, I’m rooted, go crack a fat”. Aussies go getting’ it written in permanent, “Good onya” a fair dinkum tat. When u were left alone, alone to fight, Fight for survival, u gave it a crack. But the society of dictionaries, they stood, Stood up straight, and then they turned their back. So, traditional writing is dying, Stuttering, falling, the writing’s on the wall. See ya later elocution, Ya didn’t shorten, that’s been ya downfall. But alas, don’t freak, ur family name is safe, Since some old words evolve and new are created. Shakespeare invented and killed off heaps himself, Arch villain, rant, drugged and assassinated. Lyric: Mad world Cliche: The writing on the wall Image: Crowd of people turn their backs on a fight Entered into "Lyrics cliché image" contest 5/14/2016, ranked First place