A smiled-upon addiction

Therein a woman to a store,
seeking high and low,
for the state-of-the-art glow,
what do they call that,
retail theraphy?

Then came a man,
With bags full at both hands
A victimized companion
Without an option

But beware cause by hook or by crook,
they'll drag you to every of the possible floors and doors,
as you are ending,
they are just about to begin.

i am certainly sure,
their closet is overflowing with
never-worn clothing,
the price tags still waving in the breeze?
attic bulging with boxes and boxes of shoes that have never
touched pavement?
buying new makeup weekly,
and compact discs by the fistful?

A smiled-upon addiction,
It isn't a true compulsion,
but instead an impulse-control disorder.

Never mind
Shop 'til you drop. 
The one who dies with the
most toys,
wins the top: