i am the bin enforcer

these days
taking a walk
with me anywhere
means certain
rubbish issues
meaning
i have this strange fetish
of putting things into the bin
so every time i encounter
any rubbish lying about
the side of the road
i tend to pick it up
and shout bin! bin! bin!
at the top of my lungs
(isn't civic-mindedness
a good trait?)
at home too, much to mama and papa's consternation
no scrap of paper - bills, receipts, mail, winning lottery tickets, you name it -
anything i come across lying on the floor
i pick up and fling into the bin!
nothing is safe from my strict bin-enforcement...
pity this doesn't seem to apply to my toys...