For whom you men ate your human nature?
The vacuum that accumulates the lack in you men? ...with all your acumen.
Admire the ad mire,
this libidinous bid on us.
Be promiscuous, their promises cue us
as they SKU us.
A choir singing the praises of amassing
requires a mass to be heard.
A herd, it prays, that preys on the hurt.
Appraises them lazy.
"All's fair in laissez-faire", say the feral.
Bleating in harmony that the bleeding harm our money.