So Much Time Has Passed & Time Is A Hooligan Run Wild Littering The Streets, Squeezing Toothpaste At The Wrong End Shredding Clothes With A Razor Blade. Time Is Never Called Into Account - Lives Like Peter Pan In A Flying Abode Above It All Scot-Free, The Surly Bandit. A Perilous Acquisition - Tiny Pinpricks Above The Eye-Brows Crows' Feet - All Too Visible Rending Of Fleshy Corners Bulbed To Puffiness. Red-Handed, I Caught Time His Knife In Youth Once More Still-Water Decay, Brackish Trouble-Maker With Tint Of Rouge And Gray. This School-Yard Tough Still Picking On The Corner Weakling. Braggadocio And Upstart Spoiling For A Fight First Elbow Up, Each Foot In A Fray.