street cleaner

The Street Cleaner

He is not a lucky man, but he is happy but one day he won on a lottery ticket,

not a not a big sum of money but enough to by wheelbarrow got permission

from the local council to keep the town`s streets clean.  Happy, telling himself

 he was self- employed and could sleep till nine in the morn  if he wanted to.

A busy bee a busy bee he was till he collided with Mercedes was taken to court

and his wheelbarrow was confiscated to pay for the damage. He had a bike and

got a local garage to put a two- wheel contraption to fasten to his bike, the town

got rid of its trash again until an officious policeman asked him if he had a licence

for this he didn`t and it was confiscated. Now he had a jute sack slung on his proud

shoulders and a walking stick with a nail attached, a weapon a police officer said

  he was carrying a weapon in public and he was prosecuted.  He didn`t show up

to the hearing and when the law came around, he hung from a rafter sometimes

 even serious optimists give up and with no cleaner the town sank into misery,

plagued by vermin the population fled, a town given into paper napkins pizza boxes

and burger wrappers and the poor who had nowhere to go. And if this reflects

the life of a typical inner city of our English speaking world it is purely incidental.