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