Agnostic Angst - Poem by Paul Butters
For Atheists, God does not compute
And religious fervour does not suit.
Believers, on the other hand
Keep their heads down in the sand.
Both camps are certain they are right,
Faiths for which they're willing to fight
Well maybe not the Atheists
It must be said:
They stick to logic,
Ruled by the head.
For me I'm baffled why these folk are so certain.
We won't know The Truth ‘til the Final Curtain.
I guess an Agnostic I'll always be,
So let's sit down for a cuppa tea.
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