Status Knockout

I hope you are watching, because you are not The type with window panes, winter sunglasses on Your naked clean eyes, watch for my sort From the heartless gains, on what I own Behind that courtyard, whose pregnant owner The reason we starve, slim and thin Behind that mansion, near my cowshed shelter From the heart I dive, some sympathy to win When my wife sunk, deep in Death Sea My wail in volume, his wall de barrier For he called a skunk, in a nest to see From the heart I resume, troublesome carrier My son half orphaned, her tummy inflated For a meal is luck, and luck is lacked Red earth no help, the wall still erected From my heart weary, my chestless sucked