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