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