Geronimo's Geranium Lyrics

Here's the starting line

On your mark

Get set

Go

What the hell clowns

You all jumped the gun

Line up again

You fuck up this time

I'll expel the bunch of you

From the competition

Don't think I won't

I'm used to canceling

At the drop of a pin

Okay so you ready now

On your mark

Get set

Go

Jackamo does coke

With Parker-Poo down

In Chinatown

Under the bridge

At Mr. Fong's

Fed up rats

Grounge for scraps

In the alley

Till the sun comes up

You could use this sketch

To roll out a flick

Like high as kites

And before everyone wakes up

Let's jack some Richard Prince

From the gallery

And flash his ass

On social media

How about a handsome ransom

From the Prince

Or maybe not

But who knows these days

What does and doesn't play

Either I get your goose

Or you get desecrated

Some other way

Sad to say

You've had your day

Time to go away

Not to change the subject too quick

But in certain contexts

Love wipes you clean

Like walking in on a sex scene

You didn't mean to find

Minds get dangerous

Especially when deranged

Poor Jackamo

Poor Parker-Poo

Jackamo drank

A whole bunch of booze

With his pap

In the divest bar

On Wall Street

Since noon

Parker-Poo

Stands knee deep

At the end of a thing

With someone dear

From here

That cat in the bag

Gets loose

Given the right mix

Of creativity

With deviance

Anything can happen

No doubt

Misery and mastery

Stick it right

Where it really hurts

Sado-Masochism

Basic Modernism 101

The buildings brighten

Out the window

What's frightening

What really scares me

Is my shadow

I forgot I had 1

And now it really freaks me out

I woke up this morning

And I knew I was dead

Calm down okay

You still have access to money right

You don't have to beg

In front of McDonald's or something

Not sure about that

Helen grabbed my poor ass

Off the street

And made me her toy

In Troy

But the bitch ditched me

At least I'm not wearing a mask

In the shower

There is that

Bright and bushy tailed as ever

Where's that rat

Poet brats

The biggest leaf

Of my geranium

Has gone yellow

I'm going to nick it

Off