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