The Bazaar Tale of Barry the Bar-Code Collector

Barry was a simple man Who had a simple plan He would be the greatest collector there has ever been Of all outstanding Barcodes anyone would have seen So he collected them from sun-up to sun-down He was seen sniping these line patterns around the town And his walls and ceilings were all covered There was no Barcode that was undiscovered But alas one day when hunting at the local tip He fell in front of a bulldozer and that was the end of it Some say it was a sad way to end for an avid collector While others said he would be happy as a new wave instigator For he was the human Barcode once the bulldozer ran over him With the lines from the tracks on his body as a final fairy-tale whim So Barry the Barcode collector can now be seen The third Sunday of every month at the Barcode Bazaar looking extreme. © Paul Warren Poetry