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