Musical Drool

In a realm of culinary self-love, I stand,
A gastronomic deity, utterly grand.
With a palate so refined, it's hard to express,
How deliciously divine I find my own impress.

Oh, the wonders that unfold from my tongue,
A symphony of flavors, where I am sung.
A feast of self, oh, how can I resist?
In my own brilliance,
I'm thoroughly blissed.

A sauce of self-esteem, rich and thick,
I savor the flavor, my confidence a pick.
Each note, a marvel, a gastronomic trance,
Drooling in awe at my self-romance.

My ego, a dish, seasoned to perfection,
A delectable creation, my own confection.
I chew on self-pride, so tender and sweet,
In the banquet of me, I find no defeat.

The aroma of awesomeness fills the air,
As I relish my own flavor, beyond compare.
I drool in delight, a culinary spectacle,
For in the mirror of self-love, I'm so delectable.

Oh, the ecstasy of my own culinary art,
A self-indulgent masterpiece, a work of heart.
Drool cascades like a waterfall divine,
In the kitchen of self-worship, I truly shine.

So here's to the joy of savoring me,
In the feast of self, forever free.
Drooling with gusto, a gastronomic feat,
For in the banquet of self-love, I take a seat!