GARBAGE CAN GROOVES

Man, these dumpsters are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole rant of rusty mettle. The wind whips around, makin' 'em clatter like a broken orchestra. Makes you wonder what stories they hold - tales of dinners, maybe even some truths. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of junk? Maybe hazardous waste it's a reminder to sort out