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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.
Written by slipalong
Published | Edited 8th May 2020
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