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