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