On pigeons

If I had my way you would all have your stuff,
But the stuff that you wanted would be mine,
For encouraging what can't be done,
Is more than I can do,
But less than what we require of ourselves,
Always coming to the point that should be made,
Before one has had his tea and cake,
Should never be confused with eating out or eating in,
But eating somewhere in between,
Frosted glasses in insulated holders,
Never bite the hand that feeds them,
Unless the hand is overconfident,
Reaching in the glass,
What I mean to say is simple,
However, what is said is complex,
Meaning what it shouldn't,
Or meaning even less,
Everyone's a winner,
When no one's there to lose,
Unless you live in Finland,
And own the golden goose,
Taking hamster shavings,
As a point of reference,
I would say it's better,
Than anyone can be,
Moreover, as we've concluded,
The starting gun is fired,
And pigeons round for miles,
Are running for their lives,
They fly to other places,
Where life is rather dull,
They find that bread is tasty,
When fresh and not dried out,
What did that noble pigeon say that fateful day?
Take what you don't want,
And leave here straight away.