TRASH CAN BLUES

Man, these trash cans are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole rant of rusty metal. The wind whips around, makin' 'em clatter like a broken ensemble. Makes you wonder what stories they hold - tales of leftovers, maybe even some secrets. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of trash? Maybe it's a lesson to throw away our cares - o