Picking pockets to find their silver linings

Trying to construe it in the contour of clouds

Like merchant men wear their vices

These moguls and mandates make margins

to manage the marginalised

So we make the most of mess

The decrepit, den themselves in, into dismal dens

Reaping repercussions of others reigns

However high they might fly

Cascading, we all come crashing down in the end