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