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