Cheers for the first thing I'm posting on FictionPress! I would have never guessed that it would be a poem, though... Anyways, there are two parts to this poem. The first is the original version. It will be full of weird words, because I had to use all of the vocabulary words for my English class, and they were weird words. The second is the translated version, so that you can actually figure out what I am talking about. Enjoy!

The language we have now is sublime.

It is obloquy!

Our sentences are disjecta membra,

We talk in diatribe.

Our words are short,

And we never say anything supererogatory or incisive.

To some people,

Our acronyms are recondite.

Our language is infra dig,

Yet we do nothing to change it.

The people that speak correctly are solient

In this ineluctable false language.

And we remonstrate,

But who listens?

The language we have now is beyond comprehension.

We talk with abusive speech,

Our words are short,

And we never say anything beyond what is asked or anything wise.

To some people,

Our acronyms are mysterious.

Our language is beneath dignity,

Yet we do nothing to change it.

The people that speak correctly are alone

In this unavoidable false language,

And we plead in protest,

But who listens?

Yeah. I bet you asking, 'why did this person post this?' The real reason is that I wanted to feel smart:) I mean, seriously, you always feel smarter when you use long words. I hope you enjoyed it after you read the translated version, since you probably wanted to killl me after reading the first one :D Please review! This is my first story on this, and I would feel really loved if you took the time to scroll down and type a couple of words...