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