THE SCREAMING MAN

I was awoken one morning to the sound of the screaming man, a man who ran up and down my street, screaming, its my house, its my house, its my fucking house

Liar, liar, liar, its my fucking house, this went on for about 20 minutes, no one came to his rescue, nobody cared, a being in so much torment, but nobody helped, you know that money could have solved this guys problems, maybe a trip or even a permanent relocation to sunnier shores..

But the lack of money, I guarantee, led to this situation occurring, the man obviously felt trapped with no way out, either in reality or in his head.

Just another poor person, driven inexorably crazy and all because they couldn't afford to take control of their own life.

Just another personal breakdown, which leads to societal breakdown.

THE SCREAMING MAN