The End. Poem by Jon Edward Walker

it amazes me how people
worry so big
about such little things,
a fender bender
will produce high levels
of shock in a thirty two
year old single mother.
cutting off the fingertip
of a middle aged
executive will bring an ambulance
these things to them are chaos,
craziness, hell even.
these afflictions require no more than
duct tape,
not cops or ambulances
Someday real hell might come,
real craziness will descend
and true chaos will reign
hopefully, well maybe,
I really want that
but I know
some of us are already there,
the Irish,
the abused, neglected,
and those
in life who have been
let down unendingly
the end.