Instant Gratification

Delivery deliberately placed,
he snaps a proof of life, a toothy smile.
His every move is analyzed and traced,
but used to it -- he's been at it a while --

he moves on to the next delivery.
The van's electric motor hums to life.
It's painted blue, and telltale livery,
a smiley arrow that is now so rife,

no, it's not quite a verb, more a cliché,
a way to say I never leave my home,
for most of us. For him, it points the way,
no Ithaca for him, just roam and roam,

and when you get there, don't forget to snap it!
He hopes, one day, to get one, and unwrap it.