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