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