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