Poetry on Odyssey: For the love of target

You first see that red and white target sign,

Something draws you in as you keep walking towards it.

Inside I pick a cart knowing very well I will come out with more than expected,

I begin browsing and slowly my cart starts to fill up with inessential items.

At first hesitating but then caving as I realize I really do need it,

Or at least that's what I tell myself.

I feel bad as my cart starts to fill up,

Then slowly realizing: 'Oh Wait! I forgot the shampoo!"

I pull out my phone, turning to the list of items as the reason I made the trip in the first place.

One by one I begin dropping articles of clothing and oodles of makeup,

As I calculate how much I have to spend and what I may afford to keep.

Something so powerful as a store can draw you and fascinate you with all it offers,

The charm, its beauty, something so indescribable I love very much,

A love hate relationship with my credit card but I will always turn back to you, Target.