"Rick Roll America.
My big, Black mug.
Where's my cider
and lighter?
Chewed my nails
right on down to the nub.
From my flannel,
to my goatee,
to my Starbucks cup of foam.
Rick Roll America,
Great heap of loam.
Rick Roll America,
Straight to the dome."
Thanks, I'll be here all night folks.
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