“Okay,” says the Universe. “Here’s the deal.
Imagine life is birthed by Uber Eats.
You clicked and you paid, enjoy your one meal.”
The salad was limp, I’ve had better meats.
“Should have ordered a heaping plate of veal.”
I feel un-filled, a table with no seats.
The surcharge was too high, more like a steal.
“Out of service, I’m app-riding the streets.”
Re-order please, my reason I won’t conceal.
“Contact 1-800, they’ve got the deets.”
No, I demand satisfaction, for real!
“This next order is filled with gooey sweets.
Give ‘em sour instead, the eater falls stunned
The swift squeal of my wheels means no refund!”