My leg didn't form properly, I landed in a dustbin, naked and in pain...
A homeless man was in the alley, he crawled over me crying;
"Buy Ron!! Buy Ron. C'mon, buy it...you want RON...Buy Ron, I need it mate..."
I was screaming, his face was dirt, he was cackling in my face..."GET OFF! GET OFF ME!!"
A man, appeared, he was well-dressed, I imagine he was fat, a rotund belly, silks ;
"What is happening here? What is it?"
"Oh God, it's a young man...what happened?"
"HA! HA! You FELL! GRAND! FALLING!!"
"Get off, Fiend...bring him home..."
He said; "What is this man's name??" Girls were giggling;
"Georgie, Georgie Porgy, kissing hell..."
--He took me home, He sat me down---
"WELL GEORGE!! WELCOME IN! How we fell!"
"We need a name, George?? How is Bryon??"
I was miffed; 'Buy Ron, means bed...'
damned, damned, the whispers...
He put his fists on his hip, his belly pouted;
"DON'T, DAMN, ME, GEORGE!!!....
WE'RE CALLING YOU BRYON!!"
"He is a LORD! DAMN ME... LORD!!"