Confused

She could not make a rapid choice There were too many options in view I could hear her soft, trembling voice As I came closer and closer to Sue She looked at me with a confused look It was an expression of utter doubt She kept saying get me off the hook I had no clue what her rant was about She was holding her dog’s steak bone She was certainly ready to throw it out But she was standing in the trash zone Of the local Wholefoods Market store Where three cans challenged her brain In the deepest crater and crevice of its core She was going from confused to nearly insane To either recycle, compost or trash the bone She did not have the slightest clue what to do So she threw it in recycle. The Reason: unknown.