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