Logophobia

Somebody scream,
I feel it in my knees,
There's trouble tonight,
They've caught the disease,

Apathy through,
Life on the farm,
All conglomerated,
Elusive charm,

Haiku is frail,
And prose is robust,
But words are like ash,
They turn to dust,

Ideas will remain,
Recycled, rewritten, rethought,
The same old antagonist,
With the same old plot,

There is nothing new under the sun.