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