Collectibles

I come from a town
Not known for many things
So, I went on a walk
and picked some roses
and walked with them
And some way later,
I found a shopping trolley,
abandoned on the street,
so I picked that up too.

A little later on
I found a gas mask,
That I put across my face,
and dreamed of a place
Where this entire world
could be a virtual reality machine
where everything stays,
As everything must go.

So, I took my nineteen shoelaces
tied round fourteen carrier bags
Containing nine years of pain
With eight pound fifty-two
In a pair of five-pound jeans
With a two-pound smile
In a one-pound shop
and I went on my way with a sigh -
My memories, my Noilly Prat and I.