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 jeans 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 contined a while in manner crude
before bidding me a a merry see ya dude
and i was left to contemplate
the wilful ignorance of the atheistic state
our minds enslaved our bodies pseudo free
oh orgies are 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