GARBAGE CAN GROOVES

Man, these dumpsters are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole rant of rusty iron. The wind whips around, makin' 'em clatter like a broken ensemble. Makes you wonder what stories they whisper - tales hazardous waste of dinners, maybe even some secrets. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of junk? Maybe it's a reminder to clean up