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