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