Glorified Babysitter

Methinks the here to fore purposeful inclusion of key word "babysitter" a slight oversight describing residents at Highland Manor (a particularly nagging omission in previous epistle to detail, how flat screen televisions constant blaring subdue said majority of tenants), whereat this emphatic writer, (a penny pinching hitter) susceptible to miss out oomph pa, I (a poetic critter) will now intend to convey without recourse to: instagram, snap chat, or twitter thus, this quasi appended verse attempts to avoid communicating disappointment, asper unfulfilled childhood, adolescent, or young adult jitter ring circumstances found me tubby a quitter, now as an aging bummer with decreasing glitter, I aver feeling litter ally somewhat bitter sweet asper those figuratively untasted, untested, and untoasted fritter (comfort zone expanding challenges, now bugging me psyche) with jitter re: ness, cuz yours truly denied, deprived, and disallowed himself tubby a more vibrant Matthew Scott Harris to get distilled from je nais se quois crucible of life, hence omitting, sidestepping (like do si do), and skipping tummy loo, viz fuel joie de vivre injecting more verve into what thyself subsequently evolved into a staid staind and dire strait tinned existence, but no pitter patter pity please toward, this present day pearl jam knitter of (senseless, listless, and aimless) verse as this human specimen racks up years as an aging orbiter round mister sun.