Manifestation Has a Delivery Fee

Universe, you’re playful — I see the bit,

You hand me lessons, I remix the script.

No shellfish, no gluten, no dye, no soy —

Still dining in style, still finding the joy.

I’m allergic to struggle, intolerant to lack,

So I plate my desires like a five-star snack.

If my gut’s a diva, she’s got her staff,

We toast to the lessons and laugh the math.

If you’re sending the tests, then send the perks,

Add chef’s-kiss timing to how it works.

No crumbs of chaos, I want the feast —

Serve my miracles, flame-grilled, at least.

If I can’t eat cheap, then I’ll eat elite —

Manifestation, baby, cover the seat.

Rosemary gardens on ocean air,

My taste for the finer was always there.

High-maintenance? No, just high-aware —

Luxury’s language, and I’m fluent — beware.

The food’s organic, the fortune’s caught,

My wallet remembers what my worth forgot.

Venmo? No, Universe wire me grace —

Abundance shows up with impeccable taste.

So if you’re testing my gourmet fate,

Deliver abundance — not just the plate.

I’ll sip, I’ll savor, I’ll own my reign,

’Cause wealth and wellness share one vein.