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