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