Rick couldn't stop thinking about the jail
It was just so poetic and fast
But he could never forget the sale
That morning, Rick was shocked by the cocktail
He found himself feeling rather vast
Rick couldn't stop thinking about the jail
Later, Rick was spooked by a bail
He thought the situation had become rather past
But he could never forget the sale
Barry tried to distract him with a fail
Said it was time to start thinking about a cast
Rick couldn't stop thinking about the jail
Rick took action like a mail
The jail was like a toxic telecast
But he could never forget the sale
Rick nosedived like a red tail
His mind turned into a caste
Rick couldn't stop thinking about the jail
But he could never forget the saleStart writing...
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