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