Poetry on the Hoof: On the one hand this, on the other hand that

On the one hand this,
On the other hand that,
On the one hand chit,
On the other hand chat,
Every move you make
You see your face again,
Every way you sit
You seat yourself in pain;
(Squirming)

On the one hand this
On the other hand that,
shadows on the wall
smearing you flat,
Things ain’t straight
things ain’t right,
there ain’t no answers
any time of night;
(wishing)

On the one hand this
On the other hand that,
Sitting on the fence
Is making you fat;
It’s a superhuman effort
to forget your own name,
But every time you stand up
You shift your weight in vain,
(laughing)

On the one hand this
On the other hand that,
Your questions wrong
Your assertions mute,
Answers don’t stick
Opinions dilute,
You agree to agree
again again again
(sighing)

On the one hand this
On the other hand that,
Don’t eat too much
Don’t get fat,
Don’t worry about the kids
Don’t fester away,
At the end of every night
Is another long day
(dreaming)

On the one hand this
On the other hand that
You’d bail out your life
At the drop of a hat
It’d be so much simpler
If you stuck to your guns,
Keep your convictions
Blank those shuns,
Ignore the loudest voices
Spurn the angry frown
Insist on your choices
Throw your weight around
(demanding)

On the one hand this
On the other hand that.
On the one hand this
On the other hand that.

Poetry on the Hoof: What are you trying to sell?

Overblown overwrought slush puppies hush puppies
Kill your babies.
This drip drip drip drip drip insidious rush
Filling the air like a full time nanny
Weasingly her way on a  roll of
Irritatingly blindingly supremely
Fuckingly all round the bend disbelief
Save for an odd moment of peace.
That would be nice
A silent moment
Nothing heard no-one no how
Chance would be  a fine thing.
Oh stop your warbling sugar coat
Saccarhine strumpet nonsense.
Switch off that Egg roll
dosing us up to our eyeballs
With manipulated secreted violented
Slush slish slash
Get out of my town fast
And call a halt to your
Internminable intangible curruscating
Bilge water that is
Drippping dripping dribbling down
Our chins until yes we yes
We yes please yes yes yes yes
Stop.
Whew.

(After a day in Beaumaris, performed by teachers and local authority officers.)