Aluminum Can Crusher
When I was a kid
my favorite chore
was using the can crusher.
It wasn’t a crusher at all
but a smaller version
of the carnival strongman game
without the sledgehammer
or the bell on top.
I’d spit on my hands
to insure a good grip.
Every once and awhile
the moment was so fierce
I forgot to put in the can.
A can couldn’t be crushed
it had to be annihilated.
When Dad wasn’t around
I’d hang on the handle
to smush every bit of the can.
“Don’t hang on that
it’ll come off the wall!”
A 30 gallon trashcan
received the remains.
We sprayed the cans down
with the some water
to keep the bugs away that dine
on the metal scraps of my wrath
Dad took the cans
to the junk metal place
that paid twenty cents a pound
but what is money
to a strongman
in training.