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