I went to the doctor the other day
To see what ailed my soul
He told me to look into the light
To help account the toll.
He told me there’s a little known organ
Tucked right behind the heart
It’s your Emotional Capacitor, he said
It’s basically fallen apart.
I demanded to see his license
I threatened to call the authorities
But he wrote on my chart
‘Patient proved my diagnosis.’
So what’s the remedy, doc
What pill can I take?
He smiled and shrugged
You’ve just got accept it’s all fake.
He handed me a placebo
I sold it to a friend
Thanks man. Really, he said
I’m having trouble trying to pretend.
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