A Stranger's Knock

It is often said that, you know that..
Not all that glitters is gold "there"..
And books are never to be judged ..
By their covers, deceiving ..


The "damp" perceived notion.. 
Is always put to the test..
In the middle of chapters passage..
Let me walk round and see ..


Half way through restraint 
The man who attempted 
To walk under sea bed, on freedive
Succumbed to the need of man


He breathes desperate in air indulgence
Like a rush of a thousand bull
On cyclone, tornado on the word go
Into collapsing lungs


Chameleons only blend in falsely
Camouflage for a while "incensed "
Lashing bullet tongues out
In an instance, for predatory feed


While wolfs in sheep skin, itchy backs
Gives in to their hunger, 
Like leaches on diet, 
And their lust for blood


On the wagon, "skid"off the wagon
Now you see me, now you don't
Thought you had me, think again
Ok, ok, ok peek-a-boo!


So I query pleasantries, 
It is only wise to, 
Let me see, I wear glasses, clean ones
What you describe in abstract


Let me read to middle passages
And ask  of my opinion  
On observations after
That is when and where the story is told