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