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