What do you think you're doing?

Tried to go to bed early as part of re-establishing a routine
but sleep isn't really there (like someone we know).

You find yourself living in a squalid room - peeling paint,
unserviceable appliances, no heat, no air, brown water, toilet can't flush,
roaches and rats skittering and tip-tapping all night while you listen
blanket pulled up to your lips seething with rage and disgust
frozen in fear and disbelief until you're mobilized and
you climb flights and flights to the landlord's apartment
up on the top floor armed with a claw hammer you pound
and pound until the door swings open and you find yourself
staring hard into your own eyes which stare hard right back.

The problem with all of this is what?
The blame for all of this falls where?
The solution to all of this comes from whom?

Right?
I know but, right now I have to keep on
doing what I keep on doing until I'm done doing it.