Theodicy

/θiːˈɒdɪsi/—in its most common form, theodicy is the attempt to answer the question of why a good God permits the manifestation of evil.

I hate my skin
I hate every trillionth cell of it

Each day I divest myself
Of ten thousand score
Just to prove my malintent
I stand by and watch
As they expire and slough away
Casting them off
As so much useless dust-mite bait

Yes, I assail my skin with hate
What else could you call it?

I despise my other organs, too
I replace them as soon as I may
With a hundreth disposable re-generation
Blood cells wholesale every four months
Brain cells every two
A new bladder in forty-nine days
A new stomach lining in just five
I dispose of those loathsome cells
By eliminating them, as waste

Yes, I hate my organs
My chosen ones
Hate them all

My hair is an abomination
I shear it off with joy and impunity
And unbound creativity

I detest my nails
Which I hide, and clip with zealous passion
I couldn’t possibly let these grow as they will

But I reveal my hate most of all
In my prophesied apocalyptic finale
In which I will, inevitably,
Shut down the entire show

I would stand by and watch all that, too,
Had this creation not already
Declared me blind and lame

Oh, I do abhor what I claim to love
Such an evil being as I
Could not possibly exist

Hence my words
Must be just so much smoke
And inconvenient mirrordust