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