28 August 2012
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
Naughty • Opuss № I