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