(Hope) in a small can

He put me back on the shelf 

“For later” he softly says.

Ignoring my expiration date.

He finds something else 

“Oh hurry!” My shell decays,

“Pick me before it’s too late!”

Something shiny comes along 

A swavorski fiend.

Something to abide his time.

The unceremonious song!

I Became greened,

A victimless crime.

I fell in uncertainty.

He picked me to open up,

I tasted bitter. 

It never felt right to me,

His hands were quiet rough.

You can call me a quitter,

But enough is enough!