Damaged Goods

I always feel bad for the dented can on the shelf

I know that it makes no sense

It's an inanimate object

The internal seal might be broken

Whatever's inside might not be fresh

But, for some reason, I'm still inclined to invest in it

Take it home

Bust it open

Enjoy that suspicious can of beans

Or soup

Or fruit

Or whatever

Even though in the back of my mind

I can't help but wonder if there's something genuinely wrong with what's inside

Or if it's just the exterior that's a little beat up

And everything's still good

And I relate a little too much to that dented can

And I doubt that everything's good on the inside

People shouldn't risk cracking open the lid

Or even taking it off the shelf

I'm a disaster in a dented baked bean can

And I'm used to being looked over