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