I am a reusable shopping bag.
I have a talent to become small size,
and going to anywhere with Madam.
Madam makes me carry heavy things every day.
I don't want to work hard anymore.
Hey Vuitton, Hey Gucci, you also must carry it!
You get the special care,
although working only once a month.
That's not fair!
Hey, try to carry meats or potatos occasionally.
Oh - No - Heavy, help me!
My arms are going to break! !
I want to become Prada if reborn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem