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