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