Bins

A bin is like a persons brain,
When empty it can be a pain.
When empty you must put more in,
Some company for that lonely bin.

When full a bin just fits the part,
When full your brain is super smart.
It’s always a task to fit in more rubbish
Your brain gets full of stupid gibberish.

With a filled up brain you feel complete,
With a chock-a-block bin you can compete
For the title of the bestest bin;
The bin that always seems to grin.

Because a full bin is always happy,
Empty bins feel really crappy.
Just like a brain,
You’d go insane,
With an empty head
Lying on your bed.