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