Dough Dash
Out my door, I dash
To other people's doors for cash
Dashing, grubhubbing, and ubering galore
In an economy that's sputtering, lent-filled pockets I really abhor
Rapacious eyes peruse desktops, tablets, and smartphones for eye-catching menus
Man's incessant search for comfort and convenience hungrily continues
Dashing, dashing past drive-thrus and beyond dining rooms
Now a new and different energy looms
Dash for cash
Dough dashing
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door
I GO
To contactless drop-offs and no eye contact, all spawned from a digital transaction
Distant, so distant, yet so close is this human interaction
Dash for cash
Dough dashing
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door
I GO
Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2025
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