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