Buy it, Sell it, Love it 

 

A celebrity held piece of toast has been sold,

Half eaten but still worth its weight in gold,

For who wouldn't want Justin Timberlake's last little morsel,

The line has long been drawn between the amazing and awful.

 

You could sell half a broom handle,

The headlamps of your car,

A stampede crushed earring,

Or a rusty old scimitar.

 

Neither to be the last nor the first,

Odds are yours aren't the best or worst,

For whatever you give, there is a market about,

Of that what's already been sold removes all doubt.

 

You could sell half a broom handle,

The headlamps of your car,

Only when it is nothing,

Has someone gone too far.

 

Next you know they'll try to flog empty space,

And all the while without losing face,

That some reason comes, we can but pray,

For the useless junk on display,

In such grand but clumsy array,

All on Ebay 

 

You could sell half a broom handle,

The headlamps of your car,

A stampede crushed earring,

Or a rusty old scimitar,

Only when there's nothing,

Has someone gone too far.

 

Buy it, Sell it, Love it.