I ain’t no hippy,   

But wouldn’t it be nice if we weren’t so lippy?         

I ain’t so gobby,   

But wouldn’t it be nice if we all found a new hobby?

 I ain’t got a bad attitude,

But wouldn’t it be nice if we all showed a bit more gratitude?

I ain’t got a lot of time,

But wouldn’t it be nice if we spent it on something worthwhile instead of petty crime?

I ain’t so bitchy,

But wouldn’t it be nice if our amount of good deeds weren’t so titchy?

I ain’t got much cash to spend,

So wouldn’t it be nice if we saved and shared instead of splashing out on the latest trend?

I ain’t so perfect,

But can you imagine the consequence, the effect,

If we said it was our fault, took responsibility,

Owned up, showed some sensibility?

So here it is: I’m an ungrateful waster, a criminal, real lippy,

I’m gobby, a show off, seriously bitchy,

Now that wasn’t so challenging, really hard,

And I haven’t been struck down, punished, scarred.

 Here’s a little secret, people appreciate honesty,

Whether you told a fib or committed an atrocity,

For it’s only when you admit it, that the guilt ends

And it’s then, and only then, that you can begin to make amends.