First draft of a story-poem, what you all think (no title yet, waiting til I'

Question:I was smoking marijuana at a Bob Dylan concert just the other day;
I know, I know, kind of cliché.
Nevertheless, that is what I did
And sitting beside me was and eighteen year-old kid,
He was smoking a joint as long as my arm
He offered to share—figured what’s the harm?

So Bob was blowin’ his harmonica
Or perhaps in the wind
While I sat in the crowd with this kid
And some would say, sinned

But we were happy, and laughin’—
Not hurtin’ anyone,
Would God really care
That we were havin’ such fun?

Personally I think if the Big Guy looked down
He’d be pleased at what there
At that concert he found,
But I could be wrong, and just talkin’ cuz I’m high:
Guess I’ll know someday
Cuz we all gotta die

But for now it’s me, this kid and Bob
Smokin’ our joints and doing our job
Singing our songs or singing along
Smoking’ a joint to a Bob Dylan song.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: I was smoking marijuana at a Bob Dylan concert just the other day;
I know, I know, kind of cliché.
Nevertheless, that is what I did
And sitting beside me was and eighteen year-old kid,
He was smoking a joint as long as my arm
He offered to share—figured what’s the harm?

So Bob was blowin’ his harmonica
Or perhaps in the wind
While I sat in the crowd with this kid
And some would say, sinned

But we were happy, and laughin’—
Not hurtin’ anyone,
Would God really care
That we were havin’ such fun?

Personally I think if the Big Guy looked down
He’d be pleased at what there
At that concert he found,
But I could be wrong, and just talkin’ cuz I’m high:
Guess I’ll know someday
Cuz we all gotta die

But for now it’s me, this kid and Bob
Smokin’ our joints and doing our job
Singing our songs or singing along
Smoking’ a joint to a Bob Dylan song.

While you are blowing (excuse me) inhaling a lot of smoke, you are developing a very nice story in poetic form. Blowing in the Wind may be a title to consider or Dylan's Reefer.

Simple, easy to read, easy to follow...word choice fit the poem perfectly (ex.- "cuz").

It's very good. I felt I was at the concert with you and the kid.

I like it. It's very Dylan-esque. :-)

No wonder you write so bad and feel so bad on Monday, you been smokin' that devil weed. Quit suckin' it in and start suckin' up. Then life won't be such a drag.
Suggested titles: Reefer madness ain't brought me gladness.
Turn the light dimmer man, I'm takin' a toke with Zimmerman.