Please Your Palette

Watch and laugh
As I falter
For I am no rock
Of Gibraltar
Just a castle made of sand
Built on memories and hope
Full of delusions of grandeur
But smaller in scope
So raise a glass to your lips
Of this bastards brew
Plunge your ladle in the cauldron
Of my simmering stew
Delight as my world crumbles
Built of asinine alabaster
Feed your cravings, fill your hunger
On my recipe for disaster

-ghost