Rainy Nights - Poem by John Sensele
Rainy nights dampen my spirits
When lying on a sofa in the wee hours of the morning
I weep to death as you shower diamond treats
On concubines without for me a feeling.
Rainy nights make me cry
As the grapevine circulates stories of your escapades
With bimbos in town as to me you narrate lie
After lie in shameless fib parades.
Rainy nights test my faith
As hard earned family income into thin air vanishes
To titillate palates of blondes whose stealth
Wipe your credit card clean as you oblige all their fantasy wishes.
Rainy nights make me rue
The day I thought I met Mr Right
Only to realize I had no clue
I was stepping into a hornets' nest without a flashlight.
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