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