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We’ve been eying one another scrutinously for
Some time now, haven't we?
I bet you’re just as curious to know what I’m
All about as I am of you. Well,
I’m not one to pry,
But I feel we may be
At an equal disadvantage here. Surely
Some mutual understanding
Can be reached.
For instance, I can tell from here you’ve
Not a scrap of tin about you.
Some aluminum-based compound would be my first guess.
But I am willing to forgive your white
Misrepresentations if you will forgive me mine.
That said,
Let’s get down to brass tacks:
Be it cubed beets, miniature corn, or baby clams—
Within you is your own private mystery,
And that which houses it, your business alone.
What matters is your essence:
You are a can,
And as your name suggests,
Unopened,
You could be anything.