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