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