What molded the variegated
Vegetables, anomalous animals,
Machine-like bacterial roll-a-dexes,
And travelling thought,
To say nothing of the absurdity of transubstatiation;
Somethings must surely be a crock.
Baal, Yahweh, Allah, God and the
Host of the Tooth Fairies
Are imaginary;
At least they do prove WC Field's
'A sucker is born every day.'
In my study is the bust
Of Charles Darwin;
He is not my god,
But he is my elevator or crane.
Were there a creator
He would be an infinite underachiever'
(From Woody Allen) .
Batural selection without all those bursts
Of nastiness and acrimony you bible-heads deal wuith,
Made us all - and all we eat.
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