Supreme Brett

If he were not a sexual miscreant
He would still be a misogynist.

If he were not a misogynist
He would still be a boozer.

If he were not a boozer
He would still be a perjurer.

If he were not a perjurer
He would still be a bully.

If he were not a bully
He would still be a smug elitist.

If he were not a smug elitist
He would still be a rabid ideologue.

If he were not a rabid ideologue
He would still be a conniving party hack.

And if he were none of these
He would not be Brett.

Buff Whitman-Bradley’s new book is At the Driveway Guitar Sale, from Main Street Rag Publishing. He podcasts poems on aging, memory, and mortality at thirdactpoems.podbean.com and lives in northern California with his wife, Cynthia. Read other articles by Buff.