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