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