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