I Deliver Cookies

Published 2024-07-03
The poem in full:

I deliver cookies šŸŖ
Dessert delivered on the finest cardboard platter
For customerā€™s service
For convenienceā€™s sake
I deliver
It was I who placed the parcel so inelegantly at your closed green door, the one on the third floor, by your generous orders
When will I deliver what I ordered to my own doorstep?
How much longer until I see my cravings satisfied?
What cold comfort to know so precisely my lifeā€™s most useful purpose
The courier of warm sugar to the mouths of my indisposed brethren
Our shared folly, to be martyred for pleasureā€™s cruel brevity

All Comments (2)
  • @TWPO
    Nice poem, Soloman. Hope things start looking up