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