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