One Alarm Fire At Highland Manor Apartments

after dark April 26th, 2022 Prometheus bound out the heavens to strike fear in the hearts of men and women reminding us mortals how like oxen yoked (together via a wooden beam forced to undergo strenuous labor) unlike most elderly residents here at Highland Manor Apartments whose arising out of bed exertion tuckers sexagenarians, septuagenarians, octogenarians, nonagenarians, and very small number of centenarians out nevertheless awakening me courtesy ear splitting fire alarm residents in their deep sleep, whom woke with a start after deafening sound din stoked immediate fear unbeknownst how to gauge seriousness of clangor until details figuratively dribbled out that one occupant named Jack Barber (purportedly occupying unit B5) made well done grilled cheese sandwich as burnt offering to spirits linkedin to Lenni Lenape Indian tribes. Understandable the indigenous peoples originally occupying Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania rightfully distraught being forcibly evicted from their land, and blatantly wiped off face of the Earth courtesy genocide. Though caught unawares by surprised renters abed; most occupants appeared dazed and confused and seemed blithe if they became gratefully dead unsure how to heed what did NOT appear as a practice fire drill, though yours truly and the missus fled toward front - exiting two sets of double doors; we learned after the fact that back doors instead accessed if an emergency arose, but I (and the wife) followed where other older folks (analogous to zeppelin) led, the majority bumbling, hobbling, essentially old fart shuffling, Yiddish shach? or schock? Mach? correct me if in error, okay as I attempt to outspread before thee, a feeble embellishment which poetic effort reflects retread of tired and worn writing techniques. Understandable, the aversion living social in a highrise acrophobia an abominable excursion untenable to yours truly as incursion foisted upon peacenik phrased poet who as a lad suffered malocclusion necessitating me to undergo maxillofacial surgery (more'n mine half life ago) painful operation maxillary osteotomy, and quite some years later all teeth got extracted attributed to advanced periodontal disease. If/when part time gainful employment acquired, I could identify as indentured servant, especially if hired as a taste tester, or poetaster by strict taskmaster, who relentlessly teeths me eventually forcing gumption to allow, enable and provide figurative modus operandi to fight and bite back.