A fancy label does not guarantee
That wine within, once tasted, taste buds pass,
Nor toast of all who with the grape agree.
The sparkle's best on page and in the glass.
A pretty face may hide an ugly soul,
Appealing apple peel a rotten core.
Inside, the sinner is a hellish hole,
Not wholesome heart, despite the wealth and lore.
And if a life's immoral, so's its theme,
Though family and work a rotting thread,
Philosophy's a nightmare, not a dream,
No matter how well part is played, lines said.
Not all who speak are actually profound.
Sometimes we are seduced by name or sound.
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