John W. McEwers
I Got 'Em Drippin' - Poem by John W. McEwers
They always be like, whoa John,
what you packin' there?
Is that a 38?
Calibur big 'un
and it's a ready
to fire off a round or two
and I get a lot of target practice
but typically it just
dribbles on your photo.
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