Author's note: I'm not trying to offend anyone. This is only supposed to be funny. I apologize if I am offending someone. Don't hit me!
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...