I once loved this boy whose name was Geronimo.
He reminded me of my ol’ toy I’d cuddle when I felt low.
I loved this boy whose name was Geronimo.
Because he would rarely eff with my flow, you know?
Now I thought I’d live and love my Geronimo for forever.
Turns out I hadn’t learnt yet that forever often became never.
So suddenly flirtatious frivolousness,
transpired into angry unhappiness.
Alas, one day my fury took over,
so I plucked at him like he was a clover.
I threw him off a cliff because he was too slow,
and as he fell, his last words were Geronimo!
Turns out Geronimo was filled with vanity,
but I didn’t care because I still had my sanity.
This is a true story. I swear.
If you want the fake one, here it is.
Poor Geronimo. Well, at least I made him famous.