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