Bi or di? Biphthong and Diped?

Human bipeds have two sets of digits.

The hands and the feet can both fidget.

I used to tap on the table

Till a spirit was able

To come to my aid with a widget.

I was going through a hard adolescence…

Am I now approaching my due senescence?

I irritated my Ma

So she shouted,you’re bizarre.

You’ve got OCD built into your essence.

I asked if I had inherited it from her.

She gave me a furious stare.

She said,we all have our scruples

But yours have quadrupled.

I loved you but now I don’t care.

That seemed very immoral to me.

She gave me no warm sympathy.

So I scratched my own skin

Which was in any case too thin…

But it helped to scare off a stray flea.

If we’re neurotic it is not a crime.

We may learn how to use it in time.

Though tapping on wood

Does one no good.

I have found my salvation in rhyme.

We need to see slantwise

A lawyer must be very pragmatic

And yet it is never sufficient

They need to make visual

Images original

To persuade us our thinking’s deficient

If they are too oratorical

The jury may turn away stunned

They must walk the fine line

Between rhetorical and mundane

To satisfy the plain folk’s demand.

We want to be made to see other

Than what at first springs to our minds.

So just like the painters

They are visual creators

Depicting too ,above and behind..

The lawyer wants the jury more mobile

To question what they first believed.

Some do it by shouting loud,

As if to cow a crowd.

Others by changing their creed.

Events,even murder ,are complex

And we hope that the money’s not all

For if lawyers corrupt the court

When by rich men they’ re too often bought

The artist inside all’s appalled..

Facts are not simple and plain.

That depends where the onlooker stands

We need to see slantwise

And even through another’s eyes.

No perspective,no angle is banned.

How we judge other people

Is not just a trivial concern.

We are all disaffected

If the good ‘s not protected.

And the commonest of all; can’t discern