TRASH CAN BLUES

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