DUMPSTER DO-WOP

Man, these dumpsters are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole rant of rusty metal. The wind whips around, makin' 'em rattle like a broken band. Makes you wonder what stories they whisper - tales of leftovers, maybe even some truths. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of rubbish? Maybe it's a warning to throw away our cares - or