Every day is racked with indecision
Ubiquitously part of my condition
Options can provoke a bout of tremors
But I am not alone with my dilemmas
To be or not to be was Hamlet’s question
Perhaps inducing nervous indigestion
The Clash asked should I stay or should I go now
A choice demanding necessary knowhow
Observe temptation lying there before me
If I succumb then others will abhor me
Resist! I must resist! But, no, I’m evil
The urges driving me are pure primeval
Predictably deciding that I’ll risk it
I reach my hand to take the final biscuit