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