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