Enter, at thine own risk...
There's only one fate
Worse than going to hell and
That's going shopping
Going shopping with
Those who call themselves "friends" and
Who'll drag you to stores
Stores with weird names and
Creepy salespeople, who look
At you with those eyes
Hungry eyes, hungry
For the promise of money
That you might give them
Than you leave the store
Wondering what on earth you
Would need ribbons for
And when you get home
You wished that you could go back
And ask a refund
But than you'd look at
The receipt and see: We don't
Refund anything
You sigh and wonder
Why they exist. The horrors,
Called salespeople... Sigh...