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