Plastic Bottle by A. Gautam

My form is simply boring
I want to be elastic—
I hate to be just storing.
I'm tired of being plastic.

They do not recycle me.
I am left out in the sun.
Forever they let me be,
as such, I just can't go on!

Sometimes I freeze for hours,
and often I am crushed.
As I stare at the flowers,
I wish I was just flushed.

How I hate the garbage can!
And even more, the ceiling fan.
Anything that ever ran,
and how my life began!
Which stanza from the poem is different in rhythm from the other stanzas?
A. 4
B. 2
C. none
D. 1