Whimsey

Self-discipline, inert,
In the long run will hurt
Dreams of reaching richest success;
Motivation's problems
Unveil old hobgoblins
Consigned to multiply excess.

Clandestinely supine,
Amoral by design,
Wisdom, in toto heaven sent,
Describing moral choice
In his obsessive voice,
A knave affirms the indolent.

To you, to be means do;       
To me, "to dos" ensue       
In complexities for the world;
Your hustle and bustle    
Create such a tussle,
I prefer rustic flags unfurled.

The dictionary choose       
Declining to abuse       
A mind with purposive duty;
Review farces on stage,
When tragedies engage
In forsaking pleasure's booty.

--H. Arlequin