SOS To The Creator (Poetry)

Dear Whoever’s-up-there-watching
can you send somebody down?
this old world’s neck-deep in trouble
and a plague has struck the town

There is panic, there is mayhem
and I hate to worry you
but it’s like the end is coming
all the creatures in the zoo

have broken out their cages and
they’re heading for the hills
and it’s not imagination —
not those funny-tasting pills

but the tigers are all talking
like striped messengers of doom
and the lions are picking flowers
for their fallen keeper’s tomb

It’s chaos here, dear what’s-your-name —
whichever god you are —
please turn your head and gaze awhile
on this forsaken star

We need some intervention soon
I have to say again
do send some angels pretty quick —
we’re desperate
                        Amen