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