Proletarian - Wigwam
Worn through by now  all spent my pain
Property  trickery; political treasury  politics lush lies
Bitterness  repeating myself  impotence;
And the pink backs  suction directed us being breathed
Into stupor; sucking
Scrathing I'm punished
Mob ever drunker; comrades there always
And the leaders  the bosses  responsibility flags  salaries soar
Graftsmanship grows  competence decays