They think we’ll rejoice,
Offered infinite choice.
But in fact more is less;
Indecision means stress.
Why think it is clever – –
While wasting our time
(a maddening crime) – –
To propose the adoption
Of every damned option
Under the sun,
Instead of just one?
Just take the car,
Where they’ve gone much too far.
Do I have to recap
The ten types of hubcap
The number of doors,
Colored carpets on floors,
The bumpers, the hoods,
Powered windows, faux-woods?
One mentally cowers
In the face of horse-powers,
Different colors and trims,
And personalized shims.
Take the cereals on offer:
A hundred they proffer,
And do so in aisles
Stretching out there for miles.
Vitamins added in endless array
In confusing proportions of C, D and A.
If you read all the labels,
Ingredient tables,
I very much fear
It would be a career.
Hi-tech sort of gear
Is a category where
They include lots of stuff
That you don’t use enough,
Or remember it’s there,
Or particularly care.
The shops you buy through
Mostly haven’t a clue;
The instructions are vast,
And a whole day has passed
Before you work out
What the item’s about.
Oh, take me back home
Where the buffaloes roam,
Where you rock in your chair
In fresh air with no care,
Where in the boondocks
The shops have small stocks,
And you’re settled and done
With a “choice” of just one;
And you buy your provisions
With no endless decisions,
Just a simple invoice and
No multiple choice.
So who’s going to tell
The people who sell
That we’re doing just fine
Without over-design?
Who’s going to complain:
“Keep it simple and plain”?
Let it do just one task,
That’s all that we ask.
I’ll make a new start:
“Give us less à la carte”!
Come, you too can rejoice
With more time and less choice.