I'M On My Second Cake

I'm on my second cake so make no mistake. Don't take my cake. You thought I wanted one. You were so wrong, hon. Just one's no fun. I really wanted two, surprising but true. I knew that you would not be too happy and not allow me to be so free as to eat what I want. But I won't just grunt. I want. Confront. I realize your niceness, used to entice, this price, this slice: the slice outweighs the cost. It looks like you've lost. You've bossed. I've sauced* this delicious dessert no matter the hurt. Assert I'm curt. I've never felt so free! You don't control me! Here, see? Piece three. :-O *with icing