I had a strange dream
An erotic dream
I was an artist
And had been commissioned
To describe my feelings
In plasticine
Which I did
I created a number
Of pornographic figures
And was later found
Naked in street
Surrounded by piles of dog shit
A Dutch girl
Helped me to my feet
And gave me her dress
An orange dress green gold green
She took my place
Near the shit
And felt the distress
That I had experienced
I made my way
To the low church
At the top of the hill
But was attacked
And knifed to death
By a decent man
As he considered me a pervert
My assassin was hailed as hero
As the town was again clean
To this day the girl who betrayed me
Has not forgiven herself
Although God forgave her long ago