DUMPSTER DO-WOP

Man, these trash cans are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole rant of rusty mettle. The wind whips around, makin' 'em jangle like a broken ensemble. Makes you wonder what stories they whisper - tales of leftovers, maybe even some lies. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of rubbish? Maybe it's a warning to throw away our cares