Dance of Words

There it is again the flow of potty-mouthed confabulations expose the dictionary in quick disintegration is this the why speak in incubation the where withall of today's conversation? Like inundated swamp terrain after the fall of torrential storm-tossed rains the future looks quite mundane. Take me back in time more enchanted to the simplicities of children and their banter let the dance of easy spewing be words the innocence of childhood still heard. The dance of words should be melodic easily a-waltzing and sashay of logic to discuss the encounters of every day, less spasmodic. A terse verse on words unrehearsed defining us in the universe.