five senses of panic

when it starts to overwhelm you, don’t panic

just try to imagine

five things you can see:

black cat in the window

door with a bell

and a mouse chasing you

but better bet

it’s not over yet

until you touch four things:

smooth face

boutonnière on the lapel of the jacket

fedora hat holding your head

and a pinch of salt for good luck

I assure you that you will need it like never before

while you can hear

three things and name them at once:

traffic in the city

the silence of the dead of night

or the mallards’ loud squawk

never forget

to name two things you can smell:

the stench of sewage that is never the same

from city to city and from town to town

not to mention the village manure

although the smell of freshly baked apple pie

would be much better

you can taste it with fruit tea

and that would be all you would have to go through

to finally release

this sensational hell on earth in clean air

watch out as it can affect you at any time in your life!

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