The Last Straw

I had a few, they were taken away.

I was left with one, one final straw to be torn, cut, burned and melted.

Shaped into an abomination, losing its function.

No longer does it have two holes, instead it has many.

No longer capable of transfering drink to a mouth.

No longer capable of being used.

But no matter how damaged my last straw becomes, I will not lose it to you.