Loathes and loaves.

So,
we'll talk this night long,
and we'll right all the wrongs,
that we heard in a song
once played by Pete Tong,
I've got logs for the fire
and a penchance for Gaia
so sit down,
and we'll talk,
but lets pause when we tire,
for despite the ire
and the need for attire
we can warm by the fire.
Lets refute some needs,
of a past long in deeds
and regale the tales
of a life off the rails,
on dusty hard roads
where we once found a code,
to decipher,
in time,
the remains of a rhyme,
that began with a word
that's commonly heard,
but seldom used,
frequently abused,
much misaligned,
but comes clearer with wine,
so I'll pour you a cup,
and we'll laugh as we drink
and we sup.