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