FALSE HEART

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Womb fed with Sherry
He smells life stunted
She-lion stark blind
Yet confronted
Guzzling unaware
Of ticks and tocks
Ebullient hate
Minds the clock

False heart meets false front
Linked indeed
Tiny, bullied, weak
A life in need
Of persona dressed neat
In borrowed plumes
Who am I; why I’m wine
He fumed