All In good Use

Lazy for long to hints obtuse,
Steeped in slush slippery lubricities ,
Idling away long days equally lax lethargic,
Clear of strict edgy disciplinary precision,

That selfindulgent languorous dreaminess ,
Lacking both energy enthusiasm to combat
The overwhelmingly oppressive stillness
Engulfing the world, clouds the horizons.

Then sudden like those unveiling of statues,
With eagle-eyed firmness, called for rigidity,
All that well-stored produce,
Still camphor-laden, unaired all, lack-lucidity,
Is put at once to use.