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