You Better Be Bad When You'Re Young Poem by Morgan Michaels

You better be bad when you're young
and get every dirty done-
each line tried and each lie lied-
you better be bad when you're young.

For youth is a fearful hoax:
A yet-in-the-future pox
With its shiny veneers and its runcible ears-
It doesn't believe in the years.

You better be good when you're old
good, in fact, as gold,
so, Death once seen, you can show him you're clean
You better be good when you're old.

For Time is as cruel a joke
as Nature can play on a bloke-
so you better beware and you better take care and
You better be good when you're old.

For, old, Time will arraign
you with memories and ghosts
you'll be needing to shake for serenity's sake
But you're glad for, all the same.

And given the breath of death
so close, and the shape you're in-
your life is to rue, so you better have two,
You better be bad when you're young.