He was (they said) a sloppy drunk,
But had connections hard-to-get;
Skin lily-white, a wealthy punk
He claimed it put him in a funk
To be traduced. Yet pouty Brett,
He was (they said) a sloppy drunk
And it was proven, so with spunk
He railed against the sobriquet:
Skin lily-white, a wealthy punk,
He said, “That reputation’s bunk;
My soul is white.” His eyes were wet.
He was (they said) a sloppy drunk
Who, at a party, whipped his junk
In a girl’s face, and jacked it yet.
Skin lily-white, a wealthy punk,
He lied, but lies did not see sunk
His hopes—lies gained his coronet.
He was (they said) a sloppy drunk,
Skin lily-white, a wealthy punk.