When you let a pigeon play chess the end result is always a big mess. Pieces scattered, the chessboard soiled with shit he flies away like a little twit Hit and run Damage done No plan, no clue Noisy head, bad news You can't win a game without a plan Complex world won't fit in a tiny brain When strategy is missing from the start Fate is sealed, things fall apart Hit and run Damage done No plan, no clue Noisy head, bad news Flying high pretending to be a dove Dropping shit on people from above He struts around the pieces with the same tune Cooing his fake victories too soon Hit and run Damage done No plan, no clue Noisy head, you lose Blind and deaf he ignores any threat waiting to be on someone's banquet Sudden snap of waiting jaws Messmaker is no more ©Pitchous2026
