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