My Brotherhood Of Favourite Fools

And so we make are way through the mine field of friendship.
Indestructible to harm, friends forever, Brothers in arms
Hand in hand through puddles dog shite and lucky charms
To those who are no longer with us tonight.
Talking poetry and speaking utter shite
Side stepping into delirium
Disco dancing into another night of madness
We tip toe into surrealism and another night of sadness
On foundation’s long ago that was laid.
And even now years later a connection is made
Some are strangers on a journey through the night
 We end as comrades prepared for battle and to fight.
Sometimes we become each other mothers
We see each other’s life’s through the eyes of each other.
Defining gravity, and spitting banter, a well-oiled, machine that you couldn’t break or tamper.
We drink ourselves blind so we can no longer see
We drink too much it becomes hard to pee
Finding friendship can be hard to find
Tonight of all nights no man gets left behind
Walking into trees and falling through stalls
A toast to my brotherhood of favourite fool’s

For Clay, Dan, Mark, Rob, Lee, Rich and the ones who got left behind.