308
It's sure slow, and will equally blow, 308 no way, I say hey, don't go that route, because surely later, will follow a pout.
Kicks like a mule, it's a substandard tool, I seen the light and ain't being no fool.
Invented by bean counters, sure saved us some dough, most sought after cartridge, why I don't know.
Let's blow off ammo, missing left and right - oh darn almost, but not quite. Better you say?, SURE thing, yeah right???
Why not .7BC in quarter bore flavor, could have done our mil boys such a huge favor!
The gov put it to you, ain't nothin new, it's a 30 cal affair, all dizzy eyed you stare.
We know better now but it'll knock down a cow, oh big wow. Instead of the heart, it got shot in the ass, that's how it goes in the wind, alas.
Mine winks from the dark in back of my safe, a family heirloom but might need some backup, as last resort it is, thus ends my timely retort.
Pick something that's fast, with BC to boot, the barrel won't last, but it'll take home the loot.
Yes half the drift, that's a hit most the time, don't even need wind flags, unlike the fags. (JK, it rhymed so I used it, lol)
Gotta have speed, gotta be sleek, pick that long bullet that will put them to sleep.
So far away, can't even see, a mile you say, it's no problem to me. T'was a rock the size of your head, yes that's what I said, not easy but not hard, that's what speed + BC gets you in case you're a tard.
Weird mood, lol. I did this in light humor so don't get your panties in a wad okay.