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