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