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