I AM A HUMAN BEING

Grapevine and grapes grope for my brain
though I don’t drink.
It’s all in vain.

For I see double and triple to boot,
see some of the others
and cannot stay mute.

I’m Mrs. Messy, yet at times
I’m Tina Tidy,
and this rhymes

for there’s order in chaos.  Oh, what mess!
Now, who’s to say, who’s more,
who’s less?

I do hoard things, eat, drink too much,
must somewhere be starving,
not one drop to touch.

I do die poor and quite well-off;
am nothing here, but
please don’t scoff

for there, I’m mayor and/or judge.
To recall my own faces
need more than a nudge.