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