Ode to a Chin Hair

Thick. Black. Ominous.
Why do you taunt me
With your regeneration?
Oh evil blade of filth,
You disgust me.
All alone you stand
Proud and tall
But you are an army of one
Against my forceps of steel.
You cannot survive.
Yet, even as I defeat you,
I can hear your dreadful reply:
"I'll be back."