Common Ailment

Eleven o´clock in the forenoon I had been to my doctor and was going into the nearest cafe for a coffee, but soon the city dwellers filled the place with the smell of unmade beds, uncombed hair and the despair of lonely nights. The fresh bun I was eating absorbed it all and I could not eat it. Many people live in cold rooms, have no gas and kitchens are full dirty pots and pans. Apathy sets in personal hygiene suffers, why bother? Sleeping in the same beddings for weeks, socks and underwear grimy and soiled, which results in fatigue of the mind. Self-esteem is replaced by self-loathing, unless someone speaks up or bangs pot lids together their life will be short, empty of pleasure and light.