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