Sometimes when I can't decide
it's easier to push things aside;
clunking and thumping they may go
bowling down the alley below.
I wish a decision could be made
like the knife is to the spade
rolly-polly my mind wavers
in the shopping world it's high stakers
I walk alone blitzed by labels
my pupils plucked
my neurons fucked
to buy or buy not, a butt ended purpose;
to opt not or cop, a dazzeling circus!
Like a pregnant woman my caddy smiles as it fills
and the landscape left by my passage
bespeaks the mental anguish
that shopping entails.