TRASH CAN BLUES

Man, these bins are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole lament of rusty iron. The wind whips around, makin' 'em jangle like a broken ensemble. Makes you wonder what stories they hold - tales of parties, maybe even some secrets. Ain't that somethin', a symphony more info of rubbish? Maybe it's a reminder to clean up our act -