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