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