TRASH CAN BLUES

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 orchestra. Makes you wonder what stories they hold - tales of dinners, maybe even some secrets. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of rubbish? Maybe it's a lesson to sort out our lives -