Written lovingly to, in sincere appreciation of their sacrifice, my adversaries, the Knits and Rooks.
I so really love being a Bish
It truly has been my wish
Just take to the air, without a single care
and wait for the others to flinch!
Now as my guns begin to speak
I think...it's fun to pick on the weak!
Their helpless and worried, without guidance or courage
It's so fun to feed on the meek!
What's that sound I hear in the air?
Should I ask or do I dare?
Oh wait...I know, it's them down below
Screamin...QUIT PICKIN ON US, IT'S SIMPLY NOT FAIR!!!
Now a solution to others I offer
An idea tossed into the coffer
Realize who you are, then admire from afar
Those Bishops who cause you to suffer!