We’re made in a manufacturing company in the States then
we’re packed up and shipped off to stores across the globe. My rough and
rickety trip in a truck was all but pleasant, these people are never quick to
be gentle when they toss our shipping containers into the store’s storage like
yesterday’s garbage. After out battered and bruised journey we finally end up
on the luxurious….shelf. The only place I would rather be than on a metal shelf
in a grocery store would be…let me think…anywhere! Sitting there, unable to
move, with no elbow room next to seven other aluminum cans, as every minute
feels as though it were an hour. This is my life I guess, just another can of
soda, day after day many walk by but no one even glimpses at the poor aluminum
can.
Then hope happens, as the eight of us
are lifted up by an enormous pale, non metallic being stares with great big
eyes. He takes us to the machines and runs us through a red light; we’re then
thrown into a car and put in a seat right next to him. Perhaps there could be
something more for a small can, the man takes me out of the plastic holder and squeezes
me all over. My tab is pulled off and like a zombie he’s starts slurping my
brains (or the soda inside me). After that he crushes me as though I were in
the pressure of space, it still feels like this could be my home. But just when
I think things could be changing for me, just when I think I could be happy, do
you want to know what he does? He tosses me out the window so I land in a
puddle of mud and sludge…just like yesterday’s garbage.
