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