I used to walk past
A basement Dojo
On my way work
The legend on the lintel read
THIS SCHOOL IS BUILT ON TRUST
A noble statement
A fine endeavour
Talk about **** or bust

A beautiful idea
A place open to the world
Balanced on the good conscience
Of everyone concerned

The feeling of connection
When all hold the pact
And that of betrayal
When character is lacked

But that's the only way
If your going to walk that path
To feel the sun upon your face
Never fearing for your back.

Sloppy drunk
Acting the fool
In Jackie's back yard
On a rickety  stool
Heatwave
Sunday afternoon
On the Bushmills straight
Feeling so cool
Looked around
I am here all alone
Laughed like a ******
In the gathering gloom.

It's funny in the dark
Hilarious in the void
Right up until the point
Your ego gets destroyed.