Bill the Bin

AuburnScribbler

 

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.

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 9th, 2023 10:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: It's Pride month, and I thought I would write something, not proud, but to keep a somewhat pride in tact, thus, I thought I would write a poem featuring an anthropomorphic bin called Bill, "bin of the world", who so wants humanity to be more careful with it's use and refuse, but is understandably annoyed at the profuse levels of waste. Of course, Bill is boasting the colours of the rainbow (represented by a piece of clipart from dreamstime.com by Lineartestpilot), but alas is not smelling like a beautiful garden, and unfortunately it's our fault. The banner picture of a busy side street in the city, I thought was apt, as it clearly represents a scene where industrial waste is sourced, I know it can't be helped in general, but there's bags of room (sorry for the pun) for improvement. Also, this poem calls upon smell of wasted consideration of mankind, more so our willingness to remain with certain sub par operations (morally bankrupt governments, greedy executives of big companies, questionable law enforcers, e.t.c), of which, surely can be reassessed with a more sensible way of thinking. I hope that you enjoy the poem, Happy Pride, hope that your bin doesn't smell that much and isn't full to the brim, and as always, please do stay safe everyone. N.B. For those who do not know "Nottinghamshire talk" and wish to know how this poem starts out: "Aup duck!" = "How are you?" and "rank" = "awful"
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  • orchidee

    A fine anthro- wotsit poem AS. I can't say the word! lol.

  • orchidee

    How's Bill today?! lol.

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read orchidee, and yeah, I do have some trouble with that word sometimes myself.

      I'm glad that you enjoyed the poem, and Bill, he's still groaning under the weight, and his smile resembles a gurn from yesteryear, such a trooper, but he's in so much pain bless him.

      I hope that all is well.

    • Teddy.15

      What a way to put a spin on a bin. Wonderful and so very entertaining 🤗 happy pride month. ❤️

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read Teddy.15, and I'm glad that you liked my "spin on the bin" poem, and thank you for your kind words.

        Happy Pride month yourself, and I hope that all is well.

      • orchidee

        Heehee that will baffle some folk - anthropomorphic!



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