There's a map in my lady's flat.
You scratch where you've been, like a cat.
There are no winners on this scratch card.
There are no winners on this scratch card.
There are no losers either.
The whole point is to document.
I mocked the invention at first.
The worst places of the British isles get a scratched.
Millimeter by mile.
While I tour the country in my container on wheels.
I can't help but feel guilty.
A map in my possession would look like a very long geography lesson.