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