Creator God of Everything, I hope Thee wilt not decline
To answer me my questionings of Intelligent Design.
I know that every living thing came from Thy mighty mind
That Thou created perfectly every life form that we find.
Some pious people tell me they have, through Thee, resolved
That Eden spawned all living things and that life has not evolved.
That each kind of Thy created works Thou did to finest form refine,
And human perfection clearly shows the intelligence of Thy design.
Creator God, please do explain the truths of I.D. to me
And why some flaw-free eyes Thou made need glass to clearly see.
Tell me God of Everything, for I know Thou cannot lie,
Why every perfect thing Thou made must one day age and die.
And why are joints, and backs, and bones subject to ruin and pain?
Why must heads ache, and kidneys leak, and blood vessels burst from strain?
Why do we jettison out our waste so near the port of birth?
Why should any of Thy organs quit? Were we designed just for Thy mirth?
Barely can we walk upright; most teeth will rot or fail.
And what does our appendix do? Did we once have a tail?
Why is our trachea, through which we breathe air, located to nearly meet
Our esophagus, so we sometimes inhale good things we try to eat?
Why do some bodies attack themselves, when from disease we might be free?
Tell me truly, God of Truth, were all our afflictions made by Thee?
Why does Intelligent Design make so many people fat
Why have we not the grace or ease designed into the cat?
I have other questions Deity, and I really don’t know how
A moment ago I knew them, but cannot recall them now.
from “Baubles of Blasphemy”