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