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