Calm, my lady Wisdom. Have a drink or two.

Up goes the bottom! There, that should do.

These people, they live to have a good time.

See? Life's too short and they can't live on a dime.

The fools are on top, at the bottom are the cream of the crop.

The wheel has turned, it is time they rise up.

But, see, the machinery has them on chokehold.

Should they miss a day, they shall sleep out in the cold.

Alas, what is there to do in these trying times?

To leave their worries behind is better than committing crimes.

Still, I trust one of them would open their eyes

And commit the perfect crime to make the fools say goodbye.