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