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 jangle like a broken band. Makes you wonder what stories they contain - tales of dinners, maybe even some lies. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of trash? Maybe it's a reminder to clean up our act - or maybe