The Midnight Masquerade Poem by Rick Banerjee

Oh those those lonely nights!
I leave home burdened by a restless plight.
No friends nor foes just a bachelor with whiskey by his side.

I walked back to that dusky Boulevard,
Where my inamorata's promises went unheard.
He was taller, whiter and held her firmer.
I don't scorn the man,
I try but fail to hate the woman.

I was the perfect 'ideal' guy,
And now i confront the flickering yellow lamps,
To profess why is the rusted trap for trust,
The kind of crap I crave?