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