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