Innocence on a Disc

A child was selling his innocence,
As many growing adults do,
On a disc which had probably
Been built for some lewd exchanges.
I stood and heard the auction pounced
At, like some passing serendipity.
I stood and did not name a price
As I knew not how one values it.
All I knew was I could not give
What it would take to buy Innocence.
I stood and I watched as someone
Bought it for a few greenish notes,
Thereafter to be displayed on
A shelf; to ask bored friends over
Cold cocktails and deeply fried prawns
"Guess what I bought in the auction?"