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