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