CowWorker

Anxious I
To contemplate
Things they say
This world of hate
Press false premise
Force convention
Always with a good intention
Meant to make
themselves feel favor
Merely posing as my savior
Fodder just for their distraction
They use me for satisfaction
Chew on me I’m merely Cud
Rate me thus I am a Dud
Walk away forget me now
Reconvene to say just how
I make their day unbearable
My odd assemblage wearable
By only I
How dare I be
Audacious thus and
Still be me?