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