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