Garbage Can Grooves
Man, these dumpsters are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole rant of rusty iron. The wind whips around, makin' 'em clatter like a broken ensemble. Makes you wonder what stories they hazardous waste contain - tales of leftovers, maybe even some truths. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of rubbish? Maybe it's a warning to sort