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