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