Matt Mooney

Canned

You can-
I‘ll be damned
But
Tonight
I need
To hold
One of you
In my hand.

You can-
You are
My only man.

You can-
You won’t
And I can’t
Be on our own.
I’ll have another
And you there
Don’t tell
My mother!

You can-
Now I can’t
Stand.
Too many
Cans-
Going to land!
My fellowman
I’m canned.

I’ll soon be
Ignominiously
Banned.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 16, 2009
Poem Edited: Thursday, October 29, 2009

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Comments about Canned by Matt Mooney

  • John Oconnell (5/14/2010 10:16:00 AM)

    There are so many nations who know about being 'canned'. Russians, Poles and Irish to name but a few. There is something universal about this poem and it is brilliantly told. With my Irish roots in mind it even made me smile.
    Thanks for all your very encouraging comments and will be reading more of your work. Listowel is almost the capital of Ireland as regards writing.
    Good luck!

    John

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  • Siobhan Mooney (8/30/2009 12:42:00 PM)

    Very good, i like the modern edgey format. I also like the way you dealt with the subject in a humorous way but with more serious undertones.

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  • Tamara Hanaring A Thought Mate (8/27/2009 4:01:00 PM)

    beautiful one..enjoyed it too

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