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