Squirt

by Scott Jann

I always bring a can of pop from home for lunch
They usually are happy but once I had one who wasn't
This poor can was a suicidal can I guess
His life began when he was lovingly placed on a shelf
He was ungrateful or just couldn't handle the pressures of life
He held his breath and rolled off the shelf
Falling those five feet he yelled for help
Luckily he only suffered a severe concussion
He was able to continue with his life
Because of his fall he inflicted on himself he lived an extraordinary life
He was given more attention than a can deserves at lunch because of his injury

Unlike an average can, he had a unique head, dented in an inch,
Unique because there has never been a can quite like him