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