If Job had a car, God woulda fucked with him through his car.
Donkeys with mufflers on them.
Drop top, low ride oxen.
Horses with tinted windows and giant horseshoes.’
Then Job.
An alpaca with leukemia.
Speaking of leukemia, there was no spell check in the Bible and English wasn’t poppin at the time.
Job (joeb) is an example for how your job (job) makes you feel.
“Fuck it man, just kill my whole family.
Kill my livestock.
Put boils right on the crack of my ass,
Let me soak in the pain”
God looked down and thought
“What a pure pain”
What a pure degree of pain this little monkey is feeling, you almost have to stand in awe of it.
Fuck depression, fuck sad music, fuck “da blues”,,this little motherfucker right here,,,he’s got a billion reasons to kill himself, yet, here he stands.
He’s got a billion reasons to hate me, cause I’m such an ass’,,,but still he stands.
Resilient or just stupid??
(Evolution..)
AH yes,, a “baked in” will to survive.
Tell me about it.
Tell me about your will to greet tomorrow.
Tell me what you live through…
And refrain from calling God the cocksucker he truly is…
Job.
Joeb.
Joeb’s job justifies jaunty jeers,jangling and banging in…
Kill my whole family,,
Kill my whole motherfucking family,,
(Don’t fret, I’ll get you another one)
“I was kinda attached…..those people came out of my penis…..you killed my family….and my animals”
(No biggie,,we cool,,,right?)
You killed my family dickhead….
dawn 