Butting Heads with the Bygones

Bygones are again beginning. Big Nose Kate and Doc Holliday bang and toss China plates, bothering my ears with their blooming Southern inhospitality. Bedbugs, I never want em, because they bite in the night bedsits' in Birmingham Alabama big red marks on my bum. Bad dream now beetles crawling up my legs, brown ones, Brobdingnagian bugs. Bangladeshi late-night dinner blighted the bathroom a bit. Bored with these bloody bygones butterfingers strum banjo blue notes. Brad Pitt hates that redneck hokey, but I don't care.