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 bodies enslaved, our minds pseudo free
Oh orgies are made by fools like me
And I would have added had I time to the bold Jim Hawkins
Only God can make a Richard Dawkins