Poem: Delivery

Just a little poem about how it's the end of the world - but pix or it never happened!

the end of the world is arriving sooner
than many of us hoped - yet still it is
taking its time. On our phones, democracy
is twisted; a few can play at that game!
But also we can order food - or a ride. So
really, there’s no reason to put it down.

It used to mean something else entirely
when the phone was engaged. A lot of
things used to mean something else
entirely. Now it all means nothing. But
signifies everything. Which accounts

for both the end of this world and
its delay. Oh look! Our food is here.
That didn’t take long. And the best bit
is how it tastes like you didn’t have to play.