Job’s Friends

Job’s friends,
numbered three,
good ideas,
they thought to bring,
“Give up,
you stink,
we know you lie,
you screwed up,
end this now,
ask God to die,”
With friends like these,
ready to comment,
eager to please,
who needs the devil,
betting God,
to put on the squeeze?
Silence, block, ignore
three eager dummies,
with whom Job chose
To chat no more.

–Richard Bryant

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