"I run the clock..." A New Hesitation Waltz

I run the clock. I bide my time. 
The Great Procrastinator I’m.
I hesitate (though I’m not lost). 
I drag my feet at any cost.
I shilly-shally, I defer. 
I play the waiting game, for sure.
I stall. I drag. I temporize. 
I’m one of those “retarded” guys.
I’m quite the goldbrick, I’ll be bound. 
I give all work the runaround.
Each room I haunt's a waiting room. 
“NosSlomo” is my nom de plume.
I loiter. I put off. I pause. 
I filibuster – all because,
inevitably, I postpone. 
Good golly, how the time has flown!

"Slap downs! Slanders..."...And Counting: An Exasperation in Rhyme

(On some date mid-September, 2018, on his 601st day in office, President Donald Trump told his 5,000th public lie.)



Slap downs! Slanders! Lies called quips!
And Trump’s loose lips won’t sink his ships...?
Defamations! Slams and Slimes!
And Trump’s approval rating climbs...?

Dirty linens! Calumnies!
And Trump’s still not brought to his knees...?
Cheap shots! Smears! Aspersions! Mud!
And Trump still drones: “Sans Me, the Flood”...? 

Back stabs! Wink winks! Scandals! Dirt!
And still Trump’s GOP’s inert...?
Backbiting! Libels! Sneering! Slurs!
And still Trump’s obloquy recurs...?

Collusion! Greed! Corruption! Hate!
Who’ll rid us of this reprobate...?
Whose schnoz surpass does Donald’s nose?
Pinocchio’s! (And so it goes.)