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