Garbage Dunk



To slam dunk, in basketball,
you have to jump high and be tall.

Jump to the basket in a mighty leap
And slam the ball in it deep

You don't have to aim at all.
jump up high and slam dunk the ball.

To slam dunk garbage in a garbage bin.
Just walk up and slam it in.

You don't need to be Michael Jordan,
to slam dunk in a dust bin.

Playing basketball with garbage and bin,
is no excuse to not throw it in.

Why aim and throw anyway,
When you can slam dunk and save the day?

This poem was in response to a commenter on a quora answer

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