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