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