Delivering poetic justice during the Trump years.

Two weeks is what I’ll need to know
if it’s a hard stop, or a go.
I’ll wait until one second’s all
I’ve got left ‘til I make the call.

And so, amidst those fourteen days,
I’ll be exploring many ways
to make a deal through bold technique, when
playing golf on every weekend.

Time that’s spent upon the links
is where I marshal my best thinks.
In two weeks, when that deadline’s done –
I’ll then announce another one.

Two weeks… two weeks… repetitively,
better than a sedative. Three
weeks? Someone might call my bluff.
A single week? Not time enough.

And as I keep the world on edge,
I’ll practice with my putting wedge
while hoping others take the lead
so I won’t have to intercede.

Some say my stalling makes no sense.
Here’s a response in my defense:
I’ll tell you when, and where, and how
I’ll fix it all – just not right now.

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