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