Indecision is my curse,

I’ll explain it to you verse for verse.

I never make up my piggin’ mind,

Can’t get the answers I long to find.

I say things like if you like,

When I should say no mate on your bike.

An hour to pick a short sleeved top,

Ten minutes on which can of pop.

To think on what I could have said,

And do I nod or shake my head?

Shall I go out or just stay put,

To grow my hair or get it cut?

These things they rattle in my brain,

To not decide drives me insane.

To close my eyes or peek a look,

To go and publish my new book.

I’ll mull these choices further still,

Until I’m shattered or I’m ill.

So I’ll leave you with this final thought,

Is this poem too long or far too short?