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