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