Perspective of a Tuna Can

I live in your house,

and in grocery stores too.

I live in a can,

stuck tighter than glue.

I live on a shelf,

without sleep or food.

No need to worry,

I have a great mood.

I live my life waiting,

for someone to come by.

Picking me up now,

I give you a fervent bow.

You bring me to your counter,

along with many other friends.

We all get along greatly,

hoping things will never end.

Soon there is a pop,

and everything goes silent.

We all look up slowly,

and see a sight most violent.

All of us are getting dumped together,

and a larger can most hot.

Little did we know our fates,

Would lie in a pot.

So this is my end,

which was over as soon as it began.

But do not worry for me,

For I come once again in another little can.