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