Kick the Can
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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.
* SECOND PLACE in the "Dented Cans" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Sponsor. *
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2018
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