I have shopped for hours
with Hilary and Ting.
When they are in the changing room,
I just think today is 1st of May.
they are crazy and stupid,
Getting in and out of the rooms.
I am just thinking and waiting,
It's like living in the doom.
They just wear and the put off it.
Maybe they want to show they are fit.
I m just the payer, helping them to pay.
Indeed, I am a man or a slave?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i feel so sorry for you. no guy should ever be forced to go shopping with girls that are obsessed with it.