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