With a mouth made of brimstone and a
Beard made of amber – I used to think you were crass.
So many crude jokes made in class,
You with unabashed sass,
(I don’t know what went through your mind when you thought,
“Hey, maybe I’ll slap his ***?”)
I certainly thought you were crass.
However, despite all these initial impressions,
You’ve grown on me quite a bit.
Funny how such awkward beginnings can
Truly blossom, isn’t it?
You can always come to this man for a joke,
Or even a shoulder to cry on.
(No matter is he’s missing *******)
He’ll still hold your hand if you need one.
A purveyor of emotions, incredibly wise,
He knows what is best about you.
Never afraid to come out and say it –
Like it or not, it is true.
When we both got drunk and explained to each other
What happened – why, we were hermanos.
The story about me and the rope;
You, and the night in Colorado.
Two crass individuals sharing their hauntings,
I never saw it coming, it’s true.
However, I am glad to have learned it,
It’s indeed what sold me on you.
