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