The Bin Poem by Richard Antwi

B-I-N, they call me
Hidden in the corners of homes, streets and work places
Decorated with black plastic bag
Saddled with dirty rubbish
Perfumed with stinky meat and veg
Kicked by kids, disrespected by adults
No regard from neighbours or visitors
Fully overloaded on weekends, Bank holidays
And Christmas days
Hate the inscriptions that read:
“Keep Clean and use the Bin”
“Put litter in the bin”
Looks like always born to be soiled
Oh, wish I was born all over again
Never to come as a bin!