Silver Hook Poem by James Dylan

The day lights up and my eyes obey
My body responds and slowly glides away
No clock by my side, time plays no part
When unemployment is your only art
A single object is perched by my side
The unopened can commanding to abide
Waiting for me to free it from the grip
Of its oppressive silver hook and gently take a sip
It rests on my lips and makes its way down
No time is too early for its seductive renown
It won’t be alone for the rest of the day
Many more of its kind will enter the fray
I long for the days it was a unique taste
Now not even a dropp will go to waste
Another groundhog day will come to an end
With another silver hook waiting to tend