But I shall not be

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

there was a man
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)