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