Para/Poem Challenge "Open"

Larceny
Languor
Latency
Latria
Laureate
Laxity

Each laxity causes a larceny of time
That's what the managers say
Every moment lost in languor is a moment not mine
(But really, it wasn't theirs
Either
Can't sell what you can never own)
Latency is a waste of energy
(Not growth waiting under the surfuce
For just the right
Second)
They worship the laureate always on the go
(But never asking where it is
He
Thinks he's going to)
Latria, yes,
But their god, not mine
I'll keep the space
Between each movement