I Deliver Cookies

The poem in full:
I deliver cookies 🍪
Dessert delivered on the finest cardboard platter
For customer’s service
For convenience’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 life’s most useful purpose
The courier of warm sugar to the mouths of my indisposed brethren
Our shared folly, to be martyred for pleasure’s cruel brevity