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 rattle like a broken ensemble. Makes you wonder what stories they whisper - tales of leftovers, maybe even some lies. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of rubbish? Maybe it's a reminder to throw away our car