PLSSS HELP ASAP Identify all the forms of figurative language from the poem below!!

Drum on your drums, batter on your banjoes,
sob on the long cool winding saxophones.
Go to it, О jazzmen.

Sling your knuckles on the bottoms of the happy
tin pans, let your trombones ooze, and go husha-
husha-hush with the slippery sand-paper.

Moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops,
moan soft like you wanted somebody terrible, cry like a
racing car slipping away from a motorcycle cop,
bang-bang! you jazzmen, bang altogether drums, traps,
banjoes, horns, tin cans-make two people fight on the
top of a stairway and scratch each other's eyes in a
clinch' tumbling down the stairs.

Can2 the rough stuff... now a Mississippi steamboat
pushes up the night river with a hoo-hoo-hoo-oo ... and
the green lanterns calling to the high soft stars ... a red
moon rides on the humps of the low river hills ... go to it,
O jazzmen.

love, how my life is right now. you can be loved and can love others. sometimes you dont feel loved right now, dont worry, someone out there is loving you while you are away.

paine is arguying that they had tried everything before coming to the conclusion that they needed to fight for their freedom.

argument: "every quiet method for peace hath been ineffectual."

claim 1: "our prayers have been rejected with disdain; and only tended to convince us, that nothing flatters vanity, or confirms obstinacy in kings more than repeated petitioning and nothing hath contributed more than that very measure to make the kings of europe absolute."

claim 2: "wherefore, since nothing but blows will do, for god’s sake, let us come to a final separation, and not leave the next generation to be cutting throats, under the violated unmeaning names of parent and child."

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explanation:

because it crosses through the circle twice

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