I heard a scientist on the corner, claiming God was dead.
He wore a sign round his neck saying Scientist Fred.
He claimed he'd searched the Universe looking for God.
He didn't like people calling him a perpetrator of fraud.
It had become his purpose in life, since he'd become "Woke"
To spout stupid nonsense making God a scapegoat.
A scapegoat for everything that has happened to him.
To him and his same sex wife, a pervert named Jim.
If God is dead I asked him, how can he persecute you..
Fred said, "I've discovered it's something, dead God's can do".
Who made you a scientist, asked I, do you have any papers.
I'm Scientist Fred, he said, and you give me the "vapors".
I imagine God loves you, I said, You should get off the crack.
Quit listening to democrats and get off of God's back.
I'm a scientist, said Fred, you're supposed to believe.
You're supposed to fall into any web a scientist weaves.
My thoughts are science, I know so much more than you.
If I say "God is Dead" my science means every words true.
So hop back on your high horse, get out of my face.
I don't need you or your God, crowding my space.
I got back on my highhorse, got home, turned on the TV.
Scientist Brandon mongering climate change the first thing I see.
D.L. Crockett -- 12/11/22