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