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