Aup duck! I’m Bill the bin,
I smell so bloody rank,
after your day tipping,
without a sound you thank,
I was so small, now I’m so big,
just look at what you waste,
you polluting-making greedy pig,
I’m covered in your paste,
flies, that circle aren’t my friends,
they’re love/hate scavengers,
for they will seek you in the end,
but now, my challengers,
I can’t see it anymore,
what you’ve thrown away’s so thick,
it’s ages since I’ve seen the floor,
I feel so bloody sick,
but the world is yours, is not mine,
so statically I bow,
continue with your grime,
whilst noiselessly, I growl,
as I’m Bill the bin,
it’s what I’m here to do,
I don’t what I was thinking,
in talking to someone like you.