The Wine of the Proletariat: A Revolutionary IMprov Poem

She leaned back
having dined,
and whined
the wine
of the Proletariat.

“Clients!” said she
(somewhat mystically):
Can’t live with ’em;
Can’t pay the mortgage without ’em!”

“Amen!”
murmured her friends
as they again
laughed
and quaffed
the wine
of the Proletariat.

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