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