Garbage Can

• Brandon Owen, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

Oh garbage can, with your surfaces so smooth.
You are filled with paper plates,
For my dishwasher is broken.
Why are you broken oh humble dishwasher?
Are never overloaded you with detergent, Maybe not enough
I was always too cautious.

Garbage can with your pungent odour,
I don’t mind, you are my best friend,
Though your contents disgust me.
Garbage can, where is your soul? Do you have a soul?
You must for you are my friend.

It’s probably time for me to get a new garbage can,
But I can’t let you go.
The good times and the bad; Let us reminisce upon the past.
Remember the time you ate that banana peel?
Hilarious… Oh garbage can.