I am just a pop can
In a box of 24
I reflect red and white
I’m as lonely as a piece of grass
And as sad as a garbage man
As I am sipped
I smile with joy
Sparkling with enjoyment
But as I’m thrown down
I leak with sadness
As I’m leaking with sadness
Being crushed to the core
At the top of the pile
In this smelly dark place
This sticky plastic space
A place of darkness and worry
Of wonder and distress
As I am feeling worse than that piece of grass
I thought that was as lonely as it could get
But it doesn’t look so bad now
OH WAIT!
Something is moving me now
Grabbing my sides
I am being pulled into the light
BACK TO LIFE!!
Where I see this girl
With the name Samantha on her shirt
Trying to fix my dents
Ouch, this hurts
She is trying to be nice
But there is now no more pain
There’s no more throwing me away
There’s security and hope
No more need to mope
I’m heading towards my friends!
Oh box of 24, how I’ve missed you
I’m so close to you now I could kiss you
But there is no need
Samantha has set me free
Like a bird in the sky
Whoa, what is this now?
Moving again?
I felt so safe there, wow!
Wonder where we’re traveling
In this new place to called home
Being loaded onto this chain
In the wet pouring rain
To a no mans land
Once again, TO BE RECYCLED!
To become, A HAPPY CAN AGAIN!