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