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