Twenty four hours a week seven days long I sit here unnoticed.
Surrounded by creatures full of laughter joy and intelligence.
I am a disease nobody wants to catch.
I hold a malignant tumor that is spreading cancer throughout my body.
My once, grey plastic barrier is now covered in slime.
My stench creeps through the hallways, up the staircase, into the single pages of a book left untouched on a shelf.
The ice cream that Jimmy ate last week rots slowly on my skin.
Twenty four hundred students take me for granted each day.
I am the reason that this world is clean.
My open inside is a home to your wastes.
You think it’s a chore to clean me.
But I am the one cleaning this environment,
Next time you use me to throw your leftovers away, you better thank me.
For I am a trashcan.
A beautiful trashcan.