Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Taste of Me

Taste in and of myself I sense

Is not enjoyed by everyone,

So cups of myself I dispense

For the purpose of having fun,

Watching others have a hard time

Trying to swallow much of me,

As I assure that I'm sublime,

So drink me up and more will be

Poured forth in never ending flow.

Then all of them, excuses make

Of why they all really must go.

A bitter taste of me they take.

I pour myself into a cup,

And toast myself as I drink up.