Russell Simons DEFinitely needed me, I can cause you great frustration, and I certainly complement your toast.

I’m second place A third bit of hi Ho And the lining of a cloud

A sudden sound, a quick embrace, Ends in a moment, leaves no trace. In a jiffy, it can break, A single motion's all it takes.

I have many bristles but no hair, I dance across the floor with flair. I gather what you’ve cast aside, With nowhere left for dust to hide. I can be a win in every game, Or a chimney's brush by name. What am I?

A state of being when great effort is met with marginal reward. An asphalt marking when you accelerate while stationary. A lightbulb left on longer than it could sustain. What I feel when I repost my old open riddles as Liddles and see them perform much better.