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