When at the doctor's the other day.
He said I needed a supplement.
Some 'Be Complex' once a day,
And soon I'd show an improvement.
But truth to tell, I hate taking pills,
Yeah, really, unless I'm in pain.
For I have more important bills,
And Be Complex's price was insane.
Who needs a pill, is what I thought.
To think positive might be as good.
For surely it could be self-taught,
And cure myself, I knew I could.
So, mind over matter here working,
These mental muscles are mine to flex,
And your chain, I swear, I ain't jerking;
But who needs a pill to be complex?
From Poetry for the Potty
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