Five-hundred-twenty-sixth post. 29

I have a cake,
Decently baked,
Made of cream, mangosteen and absinth.

With a ton of cherries
And other sweet berries,
Decorated for upcoming event.

Its destiny is though
And future is rough -
I will eat it all by myself.

But, ok, with my friends
And all those who concerns
And with Alice that sits on a shelf.

So shout tubes and drums
Till the curtain is up.
Let all devils in hell hear this din.

It is my day today
And the world shall obey
So I say - Happy Birthday to me!