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