That David Hume, he wrote a book
So I thought I would a look
Then all my time it did consume –
He wrote a book, that David Hume
To write his tome, he had no cause
For skeptical of cause he was
No he, no self, was there at home
He had no cause to write this tome
Why read or write, if naught exists?
Yet on and on, the book persists
A skeptic lacking one insight —
If naught exists, why read or write?
He was taught not to believe in things he couldn’t see or touch
Things that had a history of being used to justify atrocities
He was shown that it was not wise to fall prey to peer pressure
And accept unproven nonsense as sacred dogma
Could he really any longer believe in some abstract entity
That was supposed to control his fate,
And that removed him from all responsibility for his own actions?
He didn’t think so —
So, it was with great ceremony
That he announced today
That he would no longer believe