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