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