A picture of a popcan,
sitting in the road,
It is starting to get mad,
It doesn't like getting old,
The popcan knows it's not alone,
the rest of the trash is angry too,
They're coming together, making an army,
It can't be good for you.
The popcan led the army far,
to the lot of the grocery store,
With spirits high, the popcan cried,
"Let's show them what we're for!"
With a mighty charge the garbadge roared,
across the asphalt plains,
People fled, the army sped,
They held them by the reins,
And all the while the popcan smiled
at the damadge he had wreaked.
And at last the garbadge had taken the entire store,
The manager they tied, and left alive,
for the popcan to speak to alone.
"What's wrong with you,
why can't you see,
that garbadge won't stand aside,
We'll stand and fight,
with all our might,
until we turn the tide.
"Let this be a lesson to you all,
let's hope that all is well,
the next time you think of throwing us away,
Remember, we ain't that small."
And with that, the popcan left,
The manager they untied,
And all the trash left in a breath,
Disappearing under the skies.
I wrote that in ten minutes just for you guys. I guess the message is you shouldn't throw thrash away, well, like trash.
