The dustbin,
Overflowing like an unwatched bath,
It's left an erupting volcano.
Then stench floats around the alley
That place is home to this mess.
Hidden like a black cat at night
Only it's shining eyes giving it away,
People just leave it there to sleep alone,
Quiet, lost, in the dark.

*Not much I can say about it really...it's a poem about a dustbin!*
Read & Review plz!! :oD