Feeling crazy, Drop your drawers, Made of cheese, Control the shores

Fans spin up, and multicolored lights glow, A machine useful for many things, but the lights are just for show, There might be water inside, there's almost definitely a sink A complex conglomeration, we taught to think

In my grasp, the nectar flows, A chalice where the vintage goes. With stems so fine, I raise a toast, To kings and queens who love me most.

I begin with ambition and good intentions, then quickly turn into wheezing negotiations. I promise health, deliver sweat, why do people do me on purpose?

You can find me in burgers. You can find me in tacos. I'm not a vegetable. But, I'm also not a fruit. I'd ask you to get into the meat of this riddle. But that's not relevant either, is it?