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