The Bovine Syndrome

When I look at you I am reminded why I always bail in exasperation, offended at the vastness of your sloth. So many excuses for why you can't bother to care Naturally, your lack of purpose bloats your ego to a roaring level of hilarity. Keep yourself behind, shrug your shoulder, maybe they'll give you your very own assistant. No wonder you've been acting almost like a human again. You've broken the code! Get them expecting less as you drift unable to keep from sighing as if buried. Why I can't find amusement in your natural metamorphosis is beyond my fathoming. Trapped, I listen to you bleat away as you keep acquiring new dolls for your string.