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