The Pin Collector

The man with the Mao Badge collection He's sorting his badges with care They're polished and shined as they're place in a line Descending from common to rare Each badge comes along with a story Unique, every one, in its' kind If you ask him to, he will show them to you And share his spectacular finds He’s got tales from the streets of the districts Visions from eras gone by There’s a gleam in his eye with each one that he finds In the market or hung out to dry With a flick of his wrist, pins them gently A gallery worn on his vest