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