Sunday, 31 May 2015

Shopaholic confessions

The hard cash,
The plastic money,
The discount coupons,
The cash at bank,
cry to me,
'Oh! When will you use me'

Prada or Gucci,
Nothing so cheap
seduce me
by dreams
of having one
hanging by my shoulder

Little black dress
on the mannequin
reminds me
of lovely evening party,
I have in the night

The discount offers,
Mid season sales,
Buy one Get one free,
tempts me wherever
I see

Lakme, Loreal and Mac,
without which I look
plain, colourless and boring;
without which I remain Jane
not Pretty Polly

As I walk,
on street filled temptation,
trapped and stripped
by desire for more
brands making me
feel forever 21

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