Hell on earth

Hell's this ceaseless squealing numbing traffic noise    
the jack - jack hammers stuttering clattering bangs,    
the grass cutting, hedge trimming, redknecked good old boy,    
loudly murdering Sundays, may that bastard, hang!    
     
Hell's the murderous duel for a parking space    
in the heaving mass of killers at the shopping mall,    
hell's not knowing who's armed or who'd bash your face    
or who the cop will kill IF he answers your call.    
     
Hell's screaming brats demanding ket when I've no cash      
or some freak at the door promising peace in the next world,    
just when I've seconds to go and survive the school-dash    
hell's in front, on a bike, on his early, freeky, morning twirl,    
     
" Out of my way bastard, you should've been still-birthed ! "  
I scream, hell's here, right now, hell's here, or I've been cursed...