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