GARBAGE CAN GROOVES

Man, these trash cans are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole chorus of rusty mettle. The wind whips around, makin' 'em clatter like a broken band. Makes you wonder what stories they hold - tales of parties, maybe even some lies. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of rubbish? Maybe it's a warning to throw away our cares - or m