The Breakfast King

Hot cheese fused
On top of succulent eggs
Finest ham slices
Adorn hash brown castles

Toast under buttered blankets
2% milk fat
Cherry pancake dessert
I'll save that for last

I hold up the salt shaker
Drizzling ivory greatness
Reigning a pile of flavors
Dash of pepper for good luck

Just then, a peasant beckons
Tugging at my eardrum
"May I please have the salt?"
Petty fool, I am the king

"Will you pass the salt, please?"
They're spoiling my pan-fried excess  
I look down upon my platter
Adoring myself through indulgence

"Not while I'm eating," I said
Gulping down my power pyre
Snicker under my thick breath
Lubricated feast slides heavily

*Heart Attack*