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