Waste not. Want not: dented cans

This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living.

Please don’t over look me.
My contents are still delicious you see.

I’m bent. Beat up. But not broken.
There is a way to tell if I’m still good. Here it’s spoken;

at the same time, push on my ends.
If I don’t pop, or given in any fashions, eat my contents all up. Your hunger pains, mend.

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