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