Party,  Bathroom,  Door  Locked,  Lights 
 Off, Shower  Curtains Drawn.  Floor Full 
 Of  Dirty Clothes, Of Garbage, And As  I 
 Start  To Unzip My Pants, She Steps  Out 
 Of   The   Shower   And   Pushes  Me  To 
 TheGround. 
  
 I   Wish   To  Be   Contacted  By   Some 
 [God, Alien]  Who Would Bestow  Upon  Me 
 Some  Incredible  Power  That  Will  Set 
 Everything Right  Forever. What  I Don'T 
 Know  Is   That  This  Happens  Multiple 
 Times  Per Second - They  Ask  Me: "When 
 You  Said  The  World egg Was Your Ideal 
 Body  Type,  Did You  Mean It"? I Answer 
 "Not Really,  But I Can  Act Like It For 
 You,  If  You'D  Like".  At  This  Point 
 However  They  Have  Already  Erased  My 
 Memory  Of The  Encounter And  Moved On. 
 Subconsciously,   This   Is   Where   My 
 SadnessComesFrom