Social manners inside the hour of night

Delightful laughs, patterned clever asides

Within the moment of an hour might

Lives remain intertwined as time abides

Certain personas come to life in bars

The sort our moms suggest we avoid

Yet, quite frankly fun breathes under the stars

Fake accents that quietly fill the void.

Drinks become a commodity as time

Begins to wane while your impulse takes chance

Will you look spectacular or sublime

When morning calls whence we pull on our pants.

The sparkling sun that exposes our face

Cannot then hinder last night’s even pace.