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