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