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