CONS PIRACY

Whose icon fleshed you to find one's alone unlike all other ones?
Fear being target sheep dressed in wolves clothes hiding amongst
addressed wolves sheepishly baring clause snarl toothlessly
Gotten all howling drunk on this latest hot flavour reality
Drinking the Kool-Aid was a major howler
Faces no longer shine they all just glower
No more do you own your own mind, body and sold...
conscience to be part of the fold to receive that fold
A fashioned fiat currency the now worshipped God, this worthless money
dictates the misfortune of those undervalued and treated with acrimony
Apparently parents given berth give birth in inhospitable beds of debt
It's just rich knowing the only high life is smoke, drink, snort or inject
We are  born indebted due to rich con men's piracy?
Any try breaking it down will be found in conspiracy
by many living residual lives residing over empty desires
Sold on the idea hard work can get all wishes as buyers
Happily crow and tweet out while being fleeced together
The more twitter the birds of a feather flock to tether