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Please,
  Feel free ...
    Kick me down the street
      Like a dented can - label ripped, rusted edges

What else can you do with a damaged container of aluminum, right?
  Used, empty, bent and busted ...
    Stained with the residue of all that was inside
      Of all that I intended, carried, held, and was created for

Kick away ...
  In fact, take a step back and wind that ol' leg up ...
    Send me right into the next block
      Or better yet, find a sewer drain, and toe me into it

Why leave my horrid shell around?
  Trash is trash, after all, and nobody cares to see a spoiled canister
    A marred, beat-up, worthless receptacle ...
      Destined for the refuse heap anyway

Do the world a favor, and knock me straight into oblivion
  Trust me, I'm beyond recycling
    Life and love and luck ...
      Have drained me of everything valuable

But if you give me a few good kicks
  I can still make a pleasant sound-or-two
    A requiem rattle down the road to ruin ...
      "The Canticle of the Can" ...

Song of the sewer for a sad, sorry, cylindrical SOB
  Please,
    Feel free ...
      You "opened me up", so send me flying to scrap-metal hell ...

Go ahead ... while you still can.




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