After hours

They sit there, those men;
those ambitious men with
their steely gazes and
cold beers, their studied mirth.

Can you feel it? Can you let
them see their glory shine?
Pretend to be the mirror: no
blemishes, no limits, no lines.

Clink glasses in their cheer
see the glint in their eyes
Detect no fear, mask disdain
Smile sagely, into their very lies.