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