He was lying asleep on the riverbank When they took away his clothes So he was compelled to walk home naked Along the open road That was when they set their dogs on him And though he tried to run They left him face-down in the hedge Blistering in the sun When he came to in the evening Some lout was trying to bugger him He deftly threw the lout aside And with hands alone he smothered him He resumed his walk along the road But did not get very far As in the dark of that summer night He was mown down by a car There is no moral to this story And nor should you think that there should be And, furthermore, de Sade was wrong Just as he intended to be Sometimes bad defeats the good But more often defeats the indifferent And the fact is that this innocent man Was not even existent