I also feel blase today February 19th 2024

I also feel blasé today February 19th, 2024 Linkedin to being lax, and shirking house cleaning tasks, which negligence cost us (yours truly and the missus) a golden opportunity to relocate to Hillcrest Village in Boyertown, Pennsylvania another HUD subsidized property under the aegis of Grosse and Quade, one of the larger residential property management firms in the Delaware Valley. Physical unwellness (insync with racing heart) arose because Kathleen Bergen the new property manager here at 2 Highland Manor voiced absolute zero positive feedback, upon taking lock, stock, and barrel of appalling living conditions, her blistering vocalization (from wuthering heights) translated as a foregone conclusion against our hopes pinned on moving into two bedroom apartment referenced above topmost lines. Said plummeted disappointment (courtesy blunt admission out the mouth of (humpty dumpty sat on a wall) frumpty recent hire identified in a previous poem as new warden) verbosely predicated upon gross appearance of living space immediately dashed cautious optimism citing unkempt state within no crater than moonwalking unit b44, whereby we wished to skadaddle far away from obligation to be mindful of rules and regulations codified within a binding lease. Unlikely home ownership will ever come to pass, nor the lesser prospect to rent more spacious domicile larger than a one bedroom apartment, no bigger than a bread box den me and the missus, (a hen pecking spouse) might befriend Bugs Bunny, who might guarantee adequate sized rabbit hole constituting large enough wonderland receiving stamp of approval courtesy Alice in Chains subsidized lodging money back plus additional warren tee granted by Mister Michael Fox, who took me back to the future, when the pace of life plodded along at leisurely rhythm. Only within outer limits realm of twilight zone, where dark shadows inch along edge of night (while two thumbs and index finger belonging to separate good sports grab hold the furcula (or wishbone) structure formed by the ventral fusion of the right and left clavicles and the median interclavicle silently mouth invocation) holds at bay, the inexplicable phenomena moored, harbored, and docked awaiting lucky recipient, whose merrythought bestowed upon he/she, they/them.