A Rant against Creation

I am dangerous.
I made my cyst out of fat and glass
and I am whirling in it. I will
come springing out.
I give up on you.
Who told you that
the world was made in only seven days
by a single hand. Who dared to tell you
humans were prepared like custom
cartoon figures and not evolved from mush.
Who were those deniers who shake their heads.
I am spinning hard and red
ready to spring startling and new.