"...so the lad reckons himself a poet?!"

Hello.
So we are in the 4th quarter of summer, pretty much.
I have just returned from a weekend of partying Italiano-style.
My cousin Mandy got married. Italians know how to throw a
party. I have never before witnessed such a relentless onslaught
of carbohydrates. The food was plentiful and amazing. Mandy's
brother Joey (whom I am much closer to than Mandy) even
went so far as to produce a short 7-minute film about Mandy
that was shown for all to see. It inspired me to produce something
when I returned to my apartment.

Once in awhile I will produce a piece of writing, but I tend to
only show it if I feel a sense of pride for it. I have written stories
and (mostly awful self-serving) poetry that is kept well hidden
and stored in the hope that....well I don't know. Anyways, I
wrote when I returned from the wedding. I've no idea who reads
my blogs, but I know that it is perused off and on, according to
the blogger stats. I'm sure it is read randomly, as one will
occasionally glance at you as you pass them in a car. Random
traffic, if you will. Anyways, you can look at my "poem" and
feel free to tell me it is bad. Remain anonymous and honest.

If you feel it is bad, say so. If you feel it is good, say so....and
I may or may not agree with you. I'd just like to know - and
actually have someone reply in my blog so that I'm more
motivated to write. So without further ado, this is not a love
song. (P.I.L)

A Message For Amy
Someone called for you while you were cheating,
the heart only hurts while it is beating
and understand this:
I only missed you while you were away.

Lessons to be learned while one is waiting:
Memories are weakened while you are thinking
and try not to forget,
that time and distance will lead you astray.

"Guidelines" for love and war you've been writing
are books that could use some good dusting.
With lack of a publisher,
your predators have more time with their prey.

Your trendiness fools noone but the willing.
The trendy seem weak, but well-meaning.
Owning a Blonde Redhead album,
won't earn you fame points today.

Someone called for you while you were cheating,
The heart only hurts while it is bleeding
and understand this:
You were only missed while you were away.
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