TRASH CAN BLUES

Man, these dumpsters are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole lament of rusty metal. The wind whips around, makin' 'em jangle like a broken ensemble. Makes you wonder what stories they whisper - tales of parties, maybe even some lies. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of rubbish? Maybe it's a reminder to clean up our act - or