DUMPSTER DO-WOP

Man, these dumpsters are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk here by, it's a whole lament of rusty iron. The wind whips around, makin' 'em jangle like a broken band. Makes you wonder what stories they whisper - tales of parties, maybe even some secrets. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of junk? Maybe it's a reminder to throw away our cares -