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