I don't think about what I can't see It don't count if it ain't staring at me Little choices I cannot recall Get it quick or not at all Every bargain has a hidden cost What was saved? What was lost? Forty color-ways and free returns Where's it made? What'd they earn? Is it enough to add to cart with buyer's remorse? Well if you don't know where to start, consider the source What becomes of what I throw away? Broken cord, takeout tray Leaky battery and shattered screen Spilling ink I can't clean Is it too much to be undone, too late to change course? Before condemning anyone, Consider the source I set the table for an easy meal I don't mind what I can't feel Tired turkey in a crowded cage He can't peck, he can't rage Little choices and the way they spread Who must starve so we'd be fed? I don't think about what I can't see But now that bird won't stop staring at me I tap my heart before I dine, but quickly divorce From all your agony down the line, and all I endorse Is it enough to add to cart with buyer's remorse? Well if you don't know where to start, consider the source