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