The Trinity

Pluck out an eyelash
and make a wish. You’ve been
out on the water, but I’m telling
you there’s no fish. So persistent
in what you do it’d be admirable
if it didn’t fill me with pity when
you return and your nets aren’t full.

It’s 11.11 and God is in his heaven,
I laid the table with bread but you’re
not going to keep your end of the
bargain. Escaping my chest is a sigh,
you’re not the Messiah, you’ll never
be higher than me.

Found a penny and picked it up,
but your luck is lower than your spirits.
Come drown your sorrows. You’re the
father and I’m the son, we’re just waiting
for the ghost so we can start the meal.
Sometimes it’s not about the fish you
catch, it’s about the time you had.