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