YUBWAC
Debuted 07.29.00
Talk sweet breathing kisses, fall frantic, I'll survive.
Balk, I meet kneeling curses, soft panic inside.
Looking over my land top of Spruce,
No where to go but down I guess.
Then why so surprised when poured on came this mess.
As if cemented boots weren't enough
To throw drive into reverse.
Weighted shackles arrive
Around limbs to rehearse.