Singing Charmer

 Blue Ranger
Out of site, out of mind, out of time and space, songs to sing across the rainbows. Green Frog, Blue Ranger, the third Jewish saint, singing songs with a blue jay, notes to police about hate. Love and hate, horns of a goat, friends are frogs are fish part of the time. Part of the time clowns and jokers.

 Part of the times as snakes and fakes. Dances in the rain, tears of fear and sadness, stuck in hell. Joys and pleasures for the freaks out to rob and steal. How to flip a land shark sad and blue for knifes in back, family first time. Tricked with lies and promises broken, cracked the masks in place, hell hounds under the skin. Dark dazes.

Land shark flipped by a land whale, lifeel in a dazes stoned, and tricked. Lies replaced truths in shades of shit, stuck in a coffin with a fag. Dickless wonder with oral talents to barter, for friends, foes, and prey to pay. Stared to death, dead by lack of food, living with land whales. Thanks and praises for rebirth! 

Brand new life as a dogwood butterflies, flowers to check in the dogwood trees. Flying high, flying free, from the frogs, and wolves  in masks, fake sheep. Con men and pretenders, frogs in glasses cover ed in mud, a clear view of shit to share. Good times with a wolf on the beach. Fun and games with a snake, bags of shit to trade for sex. Kitty licker, dick sucker, party and play, with oral experts from craigslist nights numbers 7608512267.

September: Was kidnapped by a wolf, with the winds of hot air, shot though the heart. Born on the 4th, it was a dog on the table, not a frog this time. Love and devotion taken for a spin, truth and honest, on the coins. Love and hate, horns of a goat, on a boat, on a plane, in a RV. New story to create to share, the joy and pains of new ways to walk tall.

Went for a ride with a wolf, the leader of the pack, the good looks fading in the mirror, Steven Jarrot, with green eyes in glasses. A trip to hell in a hand basket, with a hell hound bend on having cake with ice cream. He had glasses covered in mud, with the rose color lenses, always on his face. Blind as a bat since birth, was alway running  into walls.

Flipping the cards, views of snakes on the inside, good times. Frogs like Steven and Sheri Jarrot, 7608512267, fish to fry.  Time on the cross veterans, veterans still stuck in hell, searching for the lights.

 Dances for joy to do, facts and history recorded, fairy tales like Jesus Christ to share, men that fish. Moses and Jesus, monkeys on trees to follow, that song and dance or Peter Pan?  Songs to sing, the times of our lives, dances to do daily, not to fail to learn lessons.

Sound like a great song, bullshit and faithful, both sides of the coin. Just love the shot, thanks,  love the view shared. Singing Birds Songs:Good times with the fakes in training, trips cross lines. Sinners  and saints, wolves and cattle, coins to flip. Born day out of stupid  brains, got day old stupid instead, good looks given for luck.

 Happy and delighted for time and space, lessons learned, more joys and pains, in the trips with hell hounds and wolves. Singing songs, goodness and mercy, the angels look. Grants of peace.