You chant, you pray, you hum, you sing,
Fast, lent, donate and even lend a helping hand,
Anything, all the time, nothing for you, everything for them,
You give and hope,
Wish for, yearn and want,
Until low and behold,
Not what you asked for, just a shell of the image you had in mind,
You have to liven it up, compromise, work with what you have,
The lower your standards, the better the chances.
Nobody is perfect and finding anyone close isn’t worth it.
By now you’ve got the hook in the fish’s neck.
Time to make your meal.
Too bad he’s a little smaller than you expected,
Not enough to quell your need to feed.