Why Am I Here?

I'm starting to feel like I'm made for more than this. A lot more. I did my jobs well; holding down two jobs, one after the other was no small feat. I held my owner's water, then I held his fruit smoothies until, one night, I fell off the counter and started leaking everywhere.

Now I'm here, homeless for the first time.

"Ow!" I cry out as I feel a painful depression on my back.

Someone just stepped on me, forcing the air out of me.

Can these drones not NOT see me?

I hear a low screeching sound. The garbage man is here.

Yay! I think, I might get a new job today.

It is then I remember: my previous boss did not put me in recycling.

I'm going to the landfill.

Shit!