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