Unstoppable Stoppable

I didn’t see it coming. I’m surprised,
although I should be used to that by now.
She isn’t doing what we all advised –
appearing to agree at our pow-wow,
she won’t control her impulses, and can’t
regard her own emotional response.
Her inner wisdom always has been scant,
and no one should expect a renaissance.

She won’t restrain her impulse to discard,
or modulate her urge to toss away
alternatives to snap decisions marred
by ignorance and lack of moral play.
Assuring us she will not rush to choose,
she threw out yesterday all outside shoes.

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