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