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