Damaged Goods
I feel like the bread
at the bottom of the sack
all squished and flattened
and the store won't take me back
I'm damaged goods now
but its not from what I did
it was the cans you stacked against me
while over there you hid
I didn't see it coming
I was happy as can be
just sitting in the grocery bag
when the cans fell down on me
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