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