Can’t Opener

In my hungry hands

I possess

a can of processed beans

High in fiber

is this delicious protein source

The precious treasure

tightly vacuum sealed

to prevent outside contamination

The proper device of entry

is now required

to penetrate this stubborn container

I have the tool, but not the power

for it seems the electric current is out

Serves me right for not paying the bill

Feeling substance deprived

I fastball toss

the uncooperative can

into the innocent wall

Out of sheer spite

and the forces

of acceleration repulsion

the bastard projectile beans

ricochets back

and bops me

in my slow reacting head

Now both parties 

of this needless conflict

are feeling dented

humbled

and unloved