Is someone in a hurry? I’m most certainly not.

Dancing for dancing’s sake, I’m lalalaing all day

You put pressure on me till my temper runs hot

And I hold my achievement hostage, calling to say

I’ll blow this thing and leave it an utter disaster.

Go ahead, keep treating me like a wordsmith robot

And I’ll show you I’m an excellent automaton

Just like a dolly, I’ll prolly make a pretty plot

Since I know you’d love to force my flow, wave your baton

But beware! I won’t follow you; I’m my own master.

My best speed? I move all at once like an avalanche

While my worst speed sneaks in bits and bobs like creeping sand

When I’m quick, it’s game over before you’ve time to blanch

And slow, I’ll sink you before I obey your command

My creativeness is a force when it does appear.

Generate activity! You would like a carte blanche

Have me scurry to please senses so that you can grandstand

Pressured to display beauty, I break my olive branch

My peace goes with it – you should prepare for a backhand

Here’s your pithy line: take a long walk of a short pier.