Most of the poetry we’ve learned has come from sappy greeting cards and, if left to write our own, most of us would immediately start jotting down, “Roses are red . . . ” It’s not our fault, shedding tears to “Leaves of Grass” isn’t our forte. Broetry, however, has found a tender spot in our heart, ditching flower petals and the sweet dew of a morning’s mist for frat parties and lovely lady escapades. Brian McGackin, has taken it upon himself to speak poetically for the average guy. So, draw yourself a warm bath, light some scented candles (Fresh Linen preferably) and delve in . . . or just read it.