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 clatter like a broken orchestra. Makes you wonder what stories they whisper - tales of leftovers, maybe even some truths. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of junk? Maybe it's a reminder to clean up our act -