The Ultimate Irony

It is the ultimate in Irony, And it is everything short of funny, As people give up the chance of honest money, To sour streets to the point where they are no longer sunny. Risking friendships, Working relationships, Breaking up partnerships, Truly believing they are sailing their own ships, As words cherry picked from pirated ships, Captained by those with doubtful fellowships, Who refuse to divulge who owns the ships, Are passed on to to a growing membership, Who refuse to believe they are sailing in doomed ships. Oh the Irony of it all, As they have the gall, To go to a mall, And talk of freedom for all, When once home into a chair they fall, Unable to turn off the switch on the wall, Connected to a screen that increases their zeal, For what is unreal, In a time when our backs are against the wall, With covid in it for the long haul.