Smoking With Bob Ross

Short love poem.

Smoking with Bob Ross

I wanna sit on the dock and cast a line out on the horizon

I’m gonna smoke a cigarette and listen to the waves and I’ll be thinking of you

And it’ll be great, I’ll catch a fish and I’ll name it after your dad

I’ll kiss it for good luck and throw it back in the water

And when it has a family its children will thank me for letting their father go

I’ll drink whisky with the fishes and I’ll love every minute of it

And we’ll tell stories of you

We’ll laugh until the sun falls below the water and it’s time to go home

But I want to hear your voice before bed

I know I was out late and I smell of substance abuse

But the fishes had good stories to tell

And I love you