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