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