Quatrain of Real Feat - 10112 - Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Real Feat

Real Fear - all messed up

I saw the signs of panic
when the sounds
of fear came my
way,

I heard the picture of your
wantings, glaring
at me from far
away.

I felt the smell emanating
from the devil, I needed
new organ
transplants,

But when my real senses
finally straightened out,
I promptly wet my
pants.

Yorktown Disciple