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My rubbish bin
My trash can stands
with a purpose that commands
and I reside
in the lock down petrified
I wheel it out and bring it back
its stands, awaits to be grasped
the orange men in coveralls
they empty it 'cause it was full
a jelousy festers deep within
for the social life of a rubbish bin
the well, the waste where I am tied
for that detritus is my life.
with a purpose that commands
and I reside
in the lock down petrified
I wheel it out and bring it back
its stands, awaits to be grasped
the orange men in coveralls
they empty it 'cause it was full
a jelousy festers deep within
for the social life of a rubbish bin
the well, the waste where I am tied
for that detritus is my life.
Published 5th May 2020
| Edited 8th May 2020
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11th May 2020 12:43pm
“ a jelousy festers deep within
for the social life of a rubbish bin”
Stop some more!! These lines got me. Amazing
for the social life of a rubbish bin”
Stop some more!! These lines got me. Amazing
11th May 2020 12:57pm
thanks J I D I wrote it after a neighbour made the comment "my rubbish bin goes out more than I do " glad you liked some lines I try to keep my poetry Current
28th Sep 2020 4:46am
Negative feelings brought on, no doubt in a huge part due to covid-19. I concur. Regards, Robert.
28th Sep 2020 8:09am
Thanks Robert the poem came from a chance remark from my neighbour, in lockdown. Quote "my bin`s goes out more than I do "
28th Sep 2020 1:34pm
