treesomes

Jim Hawkins approached in mellow mood
with cries of "Hey" and "Whassup dude"

He bid me sit and listen hence
to his latest gems of intelligence

"We're genes and chemistry that is all,

Richard Dawkins is on the ball

He's pulled the plug, he's called God's bluff

We're not spirits, we are stuff

And that is why we're also free

to indulge in ceaseless pagan orgies."

He continued a while in manner crude

before bidding me a merry: "See ya dude."

And I was left to contemplate

The wilful hopelessness of the atheistic state

Our minds enslaved, our bodies pseudo free

Oh orgies were made by fools like me

And I'd have added if he'd waited to the bold Jim Hawkins

Only God can make a Richard Dawkins