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