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, scabbing, scrathing

I’m punished

The mob ever drunker

Comrades, there always

And the leaders, the bosses

Responsibility flags, salaries soar

Graftsmanship grows, competence decays