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