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