Naughty

On the naughty-step of life
Is where I spend most of my days
Showing up kids or being rude
Messing around rarely acting my age

From my little cold seat
A view from here on the bottom stair
I watch old peers run about
Losing fun faster than they're losing hair

I can be deep and meaningful
Even morose and let out the pain
Worry, winge and whine
Solve one Hydra problem and start all over again

I choose to let it out in bursts
In between fart jokes and sticking veg up my nose
Life is for laughing whenever we can
Laugh loudest at oneself before the capability goes