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