GARBAGE CAN GROOVES

Man, these bins are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole rant of rusty metal. The wind whips around, makin' 'em jangle like a broken orchestra. Makes you wonder what stories they hold - tales of leftovers, maybe even some secrets. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of rubbish? Maybe it's a reminder to sort out our lives - or ma