Kozmo brought one-hour delivery to eight cities while losing money on every order:
Did this in Kozmo seem ambitious?
When the lazy cried for instant gratification of each and every urge,
Kozmo hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet the venture capitalists say Kozmo was ambitious;
And venture capitalists are honorable men.
You all did hear me at parties;
I thrice presented Kozmo with a crown of "It's so wicked cool,"
Which the company -- faced with discrimination claims and a burn rate rivaling Boo.com's -- it did thrice refuse to acknowledge: Was this ambition?

Yet Internet analysts, hype-mongers turned crash-addicts, say Kozmo was ambitious;
And, sure, the talking heads and market makers are always right.
I speak not to disapprove of what they, the venture capitalists and Wall Street, spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
We all did love Kozmo once, not without cause:
What cause withholds us then to mourn for it?
O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And couch potatoes have lost their best friend. Bear with me;
My heart and stomach are in the bankruptcy filing there with Kozmo,
And I must pause till they come back to me.