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