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