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