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