Small Dirty Can
by James Ahlschwede
 
Small dirty can, 
I hate you so much, 
Small dirty can, 
filled with strange mush, 

The rust on your lip, 
Doesn't seem out of place, 
Small dirty can, 
you get in my face, 

But what can I do, 
You're all that I own, 
Small dirty can, 
I call you my home. 
 

 
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