Job’s so sad
I wonder why
We share our search
With such a guy.
His skin had a cover
Of scabs and worms.
Sleep would tauntingly hover
But not take him in her arms.
We took the little three lettered name
Of Job, the sufferer, for our worldly jobs.
Forgetting that the spirit is the more satisfying game—
And then life is as described by Hobbes.
But the more Job suffered, the more Job believed.
Teaching that into the trash can doubt be heaved.