Maybe it happened
or maybe
it didn't,
but I will never
know for sure.
I remember dreaming
blacked out drunk,
in confidence I don't possess.
I once dreamt of Miley Cyrus,
and settled for a hand job.
If it wasn't a dream,
It was quite the reassurance
it wouldn't fit.
Clarification,
we both need it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant piece, King. Alcohol can make for bad decisions