I live in a place that's dark and dry
Scrunched up with all of my friends, I wait.
I wait for the day my elder has died,
To get my chance at the hole.
The hole is a hole, just thin enough for me
But my only prospect of seeing the world
My friends around me are not really friends
Although they look like me, they're not for me
We're all competing to get to the hole.
Only one of us can fit in the passageway out,
And once one of us enters it, it will be a long time before another can.
Some of us are taller, and some are shorter.
We all hate the tall ones.
There's a special reason why.
Of course, getting through the hole is no easy task,
One's will often breaks in the process.
And then we are all happy, for this speeds up the line.
The hole is a lottery, our only chance for life,
Yet once we catch a glimpse of the outside, we realize
The hole is just the entryway to another type of death.
We are ripped from our bodies,
Dismembered and strewn all over
Until we are fatefully cleaned up
Erased from existence
Making space for the next in line to the hole.
Explain the story. Good Luck! :D