The dumpster in the corner of my otherwise-clean campus

It’s not really what you want around
But there’s some in every town
It’s not abrasive for the sound
But the stench can sure compound
Sure, it’s better than the ground
Where litter is so often found
Manure has pipes to take it down
While this will hold before the mound
A middle man for every fill
All man’s waste becomes a hill
The man in charge? His name is Bill
He’s feeling large, there’s always swill
Or soot and slime, the waste from plates 
Leftover from most every place
Yeah, you should have seen his face
To this guy, it’s scenic waste
Profits reap if you consume
Well that’s just what I’d assume
Keep it up, there’s always room
From full to not like a new moon

2012