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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.

With curious grins and giggles odd,
He haply proclaimed there is no God.

"There's no God quoth he, and we are free
Life is one long pagan orgy."

My gentle admonitions drew
A stern reproof: "Oh come on, you knew."

"We're genes and chemistry, that is all,
Richard dawkins is on the ball."

"He's spotted the con job, he's called God's bluff,
Religion's a lie! Fornication's the stuff!"

He continued thusly in manner crude
Before bidding me a merry: "See ya Dude."

And I was left to contemplate
The wilful hopelessness of the atheistic state

Orgies are made by fools like Jim Hawkins
But only God can make a Richard Dawkins