Howl do ya like my poem?

Is this a metaphor for big business? I bare my throat to the rich man's world every time I step out doors. The wealthy sacrifice the people on their altar of profit every day, if not every minute. And yes, the privileged, powerful and the stuffed wallets are slithering, cold blooded things. So, you run with their pack. I'll be watching you lol. A sonnet with a difference. Excellent!