Too old to change,
Too dumb to care
Calling him wise would be a poor choice of words,
But it's better than not calling him at all
Still, he lives on his own terms,
Remaining true to his inner nature
He knows the other shoe isn't dropping,
It raining combat boots
Yet he still soldiers on,
Always finding a way to get by
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