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