I've enrolled in self-analysis;
To rediscover just who I am.
I survived the '60s hippie years;
A lottery saved me from Viet Nam.
I love God and His commandments;
So much that I break a couple from time to time.
Now I'm accused of listening to my wife;
And the liberals claim I'm blind.
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