Past Times

In past times of woe
The brave weren't G.I. Joe's
The submitten weren't chosen
To the abundent forerosen
The life of a loser
If you weren't such a chooser
The quest of the hound
Not on the way to the pound
The sway of dismay
To the abundent suarrey
The hopeful comotion
That precedes every devotion
And the tag that precedes the label
On every given fable
That is above or under the table
In adjacent revenge
To an apprehensious sledge
For time was a bitch
Not such a winch
To sleepless erosion
That suspends every motion
In an angle that befit father time
Who ended his life of crime
With a filter of fate
With no crimes of hate
That befit the notion
Of tudored devotion
To portents bend
In every thought I rend.