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