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