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