Homer's (the blind man's) poetry as seen by the waiter

"Iliad XII"
 

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near bird rock

so appetizing juicy beautiful

greens, rack of venison grazing,

what a waste of good meat.

Larded, baked, a delicatessy.

Yet here Bambi was a protected specie,

so were rich men in electric cars,

crossing the 17 mile

drive while others walked

with carbon-fiber-sticks hitting

and poking fun of each other

and some little round balls into

manmade holes in the ground.

A hole in one, an eagle,

being desired by all.

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Disclaimer:

Any similarity fitting the reader

is done on purpose, names are not changed,

no innocence is protected.

May you wear the glass slipper if it fits with royal pride

and never feel hurt by a fool's tongue sticking out at you.

chapter 13