DUMPSTER DO-WOP

Man, these bins are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole chorus of rusty metal. The wind whips around, makin' 'em jangle like a broken band. Makes you wonder what stories they hold - tales of parties, maybe even some truths. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of rubbish? Maybe it's a reminder to clean up our act - or maybe it's