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