DUMPSTER DO-WOP

Man, these dumpsters are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole lament of rusty mettle. The wind whips around, makin' 'em clatter like a broken band. Makes you wonder what stories they contain - tales of dinners, maybe even some secrets. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of rubbish? Maybe it's a warning to sort out our lives - o