Banjo Tussle

It’s a banjo tussle, a sonic joust,
a balloonist in a bassinet, a bison in a castle.
It’s a jello ballista, a chinless hellion,
the loneliest bastion on the coast.
It’s licentious, it’s abstentious, it jabs, it jibs,
it’s a tinsel blouse, a lichen house,
a hoist, a heist, a stolen stallion.
It enlists the silliest counsel; jettisons all ballast.
It jounces, bounces; jostles, bustles; hassles, hustles, haunts.
It’s a count on the hunt, a cellist on a jaunt
a billion blunt slices on a shuttle south
a jocose chant in a close coulee.
This is batshit elocution. Ah,
I just can’t lose the blues.

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