DUMPSTER DO-WOP

Man, these trash cans are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole rant of rusty iron. The wind whips around, makin' 'em rattle like a broken orchestra. Makes you wonder what stories they hold - tales of parties, maybe even some lies. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of trash? Maybe it's a warning to sort out our lives - or maybe