Trash can blues

I woke up one morning , I couldn't get out of bed
I boxed outside and my hampster was dead
I had made up a song, but I had writers block
I looked outside
There was nowhere to hide
Unfortunately, it was true
I got the trash can blues
My room was a mess, you couldn't see the floor
Garbage stacked to my knees, I couldn't get out the door
All this trash in my yard, I had to get it out of my house
Everything was buried including my hampster called
Mouse