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February 27, 2006

Pistol Packin' Poet

Poetry for you gun nuts out there. From Wadcutter.

An ode to short recoil

When cases won’t split
because the pressure is low,
no delay is needed
and the slide rearward can go.

But for a little more power,
the breech must then lock.
Even for a moment
Or you’ll kB your Glock.

As they recoil together
slide and barrel do mate:
the big blocky lug
joined with ejection gate.

Down swings the lug
and the barrel stops short.
The slide continues back
and flings brass from the port

The spring is compressed
and the slide does rebound,
coming back forward
with a fresh shiny round.

That’s how it works,
at least you get the gist.
Now pull the trigger again
and double-tap that rapist.

Via Publicola.

Posted by annika, Feb. 27, 2006 | TrackBack (1)
Rubric: Poetry


I don't know if he can hit a targer, but he certainly inflicted pain with that rhyme scheme.

Posted by: Casca on Feb. 27, 2006



Posted by: Matt on Feb. 27, 2006