Floating Dissolution

Wolfingly, I gobble your answers down,
Refute my astonished mumblings -
How could I possibly know anything?

Soothingly, you justify my frown,
Company platelet rumblings -
Chaos the volatile City brings.

Wonderly, I ask for what I work,
Customer service production -
Or some nebulous herd?

Definingly, what is sharing?
Is it share of enterprise?
Or demanding profit size?

Scaredly, what then is evil,
If not floating the world on ideology
Dissolving people in company cosmology

Decidingly, I must do what I will,
To do the job unfloatingly
Fill with skills monetarily -
In history, stocks are only momentary.