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