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