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