U.P.B.s, U.P.B.s, how'd you get all over me? you left no trace in memory. flower of force aback my arm, from whence thy source, o marks of harm? and that one behind my knee is not much now, but wait and see, it'll rival the one up high blooming violet on my thigh-- squarish, hard, and rather deep it took two weeks to reach its peak. but these new ones, so fresh and bright they must have all come from last night. i found my shoes, i found my keys, then i was found by EMTs. i fear they're not the gentle sort. if i'd remember, i'd report their rougish handling of my frame. they tossed me 'round as in a game so 'tis no wonder that you see these U.P.B.s all over me. as i am here to write this verse their unknown names i shall not curse. but keep that substance far from me i wish no more those U.P.B.s