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