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