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

"Iliad III"
 

  0-: 9:02 a.m.

  at home
 

...to create he adjusted the digital
sound downward, to quiet the windows' rattling,
to enter to his worksheet title and all.

Values and formulas in cells were battling
for space, squeezed in tight. He did not dare
to ask "What am I doing?" as this was not
a place to reconsider and to care.

The envelope stared back, the calender
glanced at him. He was uncomfortable
as he agreed this was the rent's due day.

Four months been kidnaped by evil powers.
Ransom due payable to live here in May.
Galloping time in passing, stole his hours.
He was cornered, no option but to pay...

 
 
 
 
  #:-{

  ...to clean...