I need to say this
you know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
- The Cranberries
in the land of Uz,
whose name was Job;
and that man was perfect,
I need to say this:
I am nothing like him.
When you appoint me as
his modern-day translation,
does it make you Satan or God?
Is the suffering you inflict upon me
your way to break me,
or a means to verify my love?
You'll come look for me in the morning.
(for Isadora's Out of Standard challenge 'What's my line?' over at the Imaginary Garden)