Samurai in feudal Japan were expected to master the figthing arts, but they were also supposed to be equally proficient in calligraphy, flower arranging, poetry, and the like. It was with this in mind that I decided to try my hand at some Japanese poetry, dedicated to one of my favorite subjects. Comments and additional submittals are welcome. The black pistol throbs It feels quite good in my hand As I shoot again Acrid smoke is there When I reload my pistol And the other falls Safety on my hip A black Glock in my waistband Is quite comforting Blood blossoms from he Who brought evil to my home As my pistols bucks Hi-cap magazines Are pricey but the balance Is better with them ;c ;c ;c Wanna kill these ads? We can help!