Death of a Can

Canister of muck, Do not know whether it was , consumed Pepsi or Coke, dribbled afloat in that floatsam, it had no use and future, if it had any life, it was smothered by the human, who had used it last, Can had fond memories, of getting bright clothes, of print and logo, and wound up into space, Space which was filled, so lovingly with that bubbly shining liquid, at that point it even carried a price, with care it was transported long, and had many days in chosen freezers, before turn came and it became, object of that man's long, man paid the dough in exchange, lovingly held it in hand, caressed it and, enjoyed each sip, at the end , all he did, was rape and rip, he had taken the brew, and rest with all his might, he threw, now can lay there rotting and duped, it was lifeless, and now worse than dead.