The DoorDash Delivery Biker

Do I envy the Bourgeoisie? Sitting on their thrones, forty stories high, Paid to press buttons in the sky, I bike the streets with my friends, And fetch lunch when they call. As I hand it there I ask, who do you envy Modern man? He looks the frame upon his desk and says, My sons and daughters, they spend their days at rest, and bike the streets with their friends. But why not you? That's no way to make a living, he replies, Then breaks my gaze with bloodshot eyes. I smile and answer the call, for the next highest bidder.