The grandiose host
Raised a glass in toast,
But the toast was more of a boast,
And soon turned into a roast,
By the guests who found him morose.
Almost engrossed to the utmost,
Until a few lines in,
When the truths began to spin,
Running thin, to their chagrin.
Therein the has-been,
No longer a host,
Abandoned his post,
Turned ghost to the coast.
Got lost in the gin,
No longer human,
Never seeing the new has-been
Turn host.
Please raise your glass for a toast.

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