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