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