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