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My wife recently had Surgery on her knee. She told my daughter, “ come check out my bullet hole”, referring to one of the incisions. My daughter heard, “come check out my butthole”.

My wife followed up with, “ man it looks nasty, I think its still oozing”. 

Self reflection has lead to contemplation,

Self realization that the real me is on vacation.

Gone is the person I was meant to be,

I look in the mirror and don't know who I see.

So I’ve decided it’s time I find out where I went,

Before it is over, before I am all spent.

First place I should look is where I may be,

In the local strip club with single moms dancing for me.

For after all I am a caring person with an equally big heart,

If I'm not there then I must be in Bi-Mart.

Buying ammo for all the guns I must own,

I surely must be hunting the homeless now that I’ve grown.

What good citizen would be found sober in any which way,

So I surely must be drinking my ass some tequila all day.

2 pounds of weed in every pocket of my black leather coat,

I know I must be partying with the homies on my private boat.

7 lowrider Impalas in my million dollar porn director drive way,

With a porn star girlfriend for every single day.

Who ever said self reflection was a waste of time,

Here I am in the middle of my existence,

Often looking back at my walked distance.

So many foot prints washed away by the sands of time,

So much tears covered up by daily grime.

So much fear tucked away replaced by a brave face,

So much life missed just to keep the pace.

So much missed and so much yet to do,

An ocean of doubt washed away in morning dew.

My hopes now lie on my children’s future,

Hopes that my sacrifices were good and pure.

Hopes that they never suffer a day of need,

Hope that they never succumb to hate and greed.

Hope that they remember it was all for them,

Hope that they know I became a man for them.

As the past is washed away by tomorrow,