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