TRASH CAN BLUES

Man, these dumpsters are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole lament of rusty mettle. The wind receptacle whips around, makin' 'em clatter 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 junk? Maybe it's a reminder to throw away