Did your thoughts form images br of soil-brown nails br and gaunt, slippery features br when you read 'that' word? br Could you hear the flapping br of bed sheets hanging br from the empty framed windows br of those squalid squats? br Did you feel angry when br three of 'them' set an obstacle course br of limbs and penny-full coffee cups br outside the station doorway. br br You were going to work, right? br were late, and there they were br soaking up the early morning sun br putting you of your Cornish Butter Croissant br with their fermented urine stench. br And God, what of your taxes br swiped from your well earned wage br for it to end up in their vile veins. br br 'Lay- about-self pitying- skid marks of society'. br Isn’t that what you said? br Well this one’s for you J.M, br you can read it tonight whilst br you glug your 'stress reliever' br behind the locked bathroom door. br br As your wife struggles br with the chalky bitterness br of a little white pill, br whilst scanning the internet br looking for answers as to why br your son claims to hear voices br and refuses to leave his flat.