Ode to the Trash Chute

I sing to you oh metal encased, odorous hole
carrying old receipts and other various waste
down into your deep and daily darkened soul
and gobbling up whatever is offered without haste.

I love your little OPEN button so red
and how when I kick it hard with my worn shoe
your cold steel mouth descends ready to be fed.

I especially like how on our most recent visit
you decided to provide me with some comic relief
when you pulled my phone into your stinky pit
and filled me with overwhelming grief.

To your surprise, I had to meet you face to face
3 floors below just to see if I could get it back
sorry about reaching into your stomachy place
but, my dear trash chute, stealing my phone was super whack!!