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