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