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