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