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