I’m mortified
Near catatonic
Just a little shy
I’m qualified
Resourceful
And just a little sly
I’m Justified
For telling lies
It’s just a state of mind
I’m Horrified
Redundant
I don’t know the reason why
I must’ve rubbed you the wrong way
Attempting to comply  
I’m plump and ripe for picking
Please pour a glass of wine
I’m stereo typed in a group
They’ll soon be stopping by
We’ll get to know the real truth
Explicit words made to divide
I’m riddled with adoring eyes
My words stay stuck like glue
Without a reason to say to you
Or the strength to carry through
I haven’t got a song
I haven’t got a clue
I just know my right from wrong
And each other’s right to choose
I’m no sinner, nor a saint
I speak from a moral pew
It’s a dark and scary place to be
But there’s still hope and room
Don’t get it all confused
There’s a rhythm
There’s a tune
All whilst eating with a fork and spoon