The character is cursed with an overabundance of choices (to you, all that is mundane in this American lifestyle). The more he spends comparing alternatives, the less satisfied he gets with his final product.
Shapes, Sizes, Hues
A bird cage ajars into a labyrinth
o' this-'r-thats. On, he travels
east/west/northward? Wheels swerve
from indecisiveness(...). Legs
leg t'ward a bread/juice/soap(?) isle--
'n' eyes scan values o' three twenty
nine/two ninety nine/three sixty six?
While the throat hmms, eyes scan
ounces o' fourteen/twelve/fourteen,
'n' trademarks, logos, spoofs, (...).
His submission is a metastasis
o' is-nots 'r could-bes. Back 'n' fro
he gyres, defunct, in a purgatory--
excess freedom.