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