Obscured Lenses

First look, glasses as my eyes glance From left to right I begin to read Much as if I were in a trance My education faulted for this deed Second look with randomness I search Looking for a pattern, no not the glasses Does this person attends a formal church This poem is one of their trespasses Third look now the compulsion takes me The poem was edited to fit the picture But I say this isn’t possible, it can’t be If so they surely deserve a stricture Three looks, glasses or not, all were done in vain If you copy, paste, add punctuation then it’s plain Poem by Wayland Bunch for Occlusion contest. This is a rhymed form of poetry under 20 lines, but technically it fits better into the category of Sonnet, so I don't know if it will be accepted. If not back to the drawing board lol.