Cryptogram

What conundrum lies under life's foxy rinds That even the most adept eye seldom finds? The surgeon's knife removes the outer coat To see hard lids that mask the whole report. Keenest pilots only fly far above the riddle That fiercest submarines bypass beneath. Your most bookish attorney all so discreet, Skips the arcane page with clamping teeth. Learned lecturing geeks with dense lenses on, Awfully ruin that stealthy paradox's silent tone. And though brainy engineers quite close come, The lupine puzzle leaves them guessing dumb. World's award-winning pens deal it a dismal try. They weave airy scenes bereft of reality's touch: With grisly folios wherein fictitious actors cry, With thievish knaves who glut in clamiest loot. Even the deepest learning by bipedaled types, Shall not unearth existence's inscrutable lipes.