Yeah. I and I feel like writing today...Call it the "B" side to "Woolen President"...

                                     The Ballad of Bobby Fischer

                               The Knight whispered to the Bishop,
                               "Come forth to the lawn.
                               Who will now direct us,
                               Now that Bobby's gone?

                                 The Queen, a sweet seductress,
                                 Running to the King...
                                 Too willing to sacrifice,
                                 Another Pawn, so that he might sing...

                                  Shackled by the fire,
                                  Beaten by the war,
                                  His demons have released him,
                                  The game he'll play no more.

                                  Teach us, Mighty Father,
                                  Of the journey's of the Mind,
                                  Did the hatred die with Bobby?
                                  The Light of Peace? The Dark of War?

                                  Or are we all like Bobby?
                                  Our thoughts like pieces on a board.
                                  Imprisoned by our strategies.
                                  A dual-minded man at war...

copyright 2008 bob ryszkiewicz