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