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