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