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