The Bazaar Tale Of Barry The Bar-Code Collector Poem by Paul Warren

Barry was a simple man
Who had a simple plan
He would be the greatest collector there has ever been
Of all outstanding Bar-codes anyone would have seen

So he collected them from sun-up to sun-down
He was seen sniping these patterns about the town
And his walls and ceilings were all covered
There was no Bar-code 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 end for an avid collector
While others saw him as a new wave instigator

For he was the human Bar-code once the bulldozer ran over him
With the lines from the tracks on his body as a final fairy-tale whim
So Barry the Bar-code Collector can now be seen
Each Sunday at the Bar-code Bazaar looking so extreme.

© Paul Warren Poetry