Doing absolute zero endeavors

Earlier today March 28th, 2025
(thee hour now fifteen minutes
after eight o'clock at night, cuz
yours truly & wife paced back
and forth from one room to the
other wearing out rugged groovy
Tuesday (three day) experienced exhaustion
within anticipatory anxiety
while feeling foreboding regarding
impending inspection courtesy
funding source for low income
rental community R(ural)
H(ousing) D(evelopment)
facility named Highland Manor
Apartments allowing, enabling,
& providing safety and security
away from elements harried
styled and swiftly tailored Mother
Nature poised to strike
indiscriminately across Perkiomen
Valley (though this geographic area
rarely if ever experienced
extreme weather phenomenon),
yet occasionally bam wham
thank you ma'am solid punch
evidenced nevertheless no likelihood
divine intervention would intercede
to disrupt yearly the plan for RHD
to take lock, stock and barrel of
property at 2 Highland Manor Drive,
whereat many tenants experienced
high anxiety nervously awaiting
the verdict concerning apparent
violations which would necessitate
immediate actions incumbent upon
management company known as
Grosse and Quade subsequently
affecting spike in rent beyond
the pale of affordability after costs
of repair calculated into the mix
courtesy officials prowling around &
scrutinizing soundness of building,
once upon a time former elementary
school in borough named for George
Schwenk, born and died (1728 -1803)
respectively locally famous and noted
worthily essential man whose mettle
constituted being adept as tradesman,
crafting and repairing metal objects,
from household items & tools to
farm equipment & even weapons,
using a forge & anvil to shape heated
iron, thus recognized as an inimitable
blacksmith, whose son Jacob served
in the Revolutionary War under George
Washington, hence name Schwenksville,
Pennsylvania no longer an isolated
hamlet bleeds into adjacent communities
where said building I live chock a block
with vinyl city, where affordable housing
necessarily requires ordinances & property
inspectors de jure enforcing, mandating,
& yielding de rigueur to arbitrary (usually
yearly) scrutiny of about a half dozen
randomly chosen units within Highland
Manor Apartments to ascertain tenants
deemed and maintained their assigned
units in accordance with standards as
outlined in the lease, which severe
disinclination to abide by coda could
constitute legitimate violation & reason
to be forewarned than after given so
much time to shape up or ship out,
which crises nearly found ourselves
(yours truly & the misses) with no figurative
(and literal) roof over our heads, and
forced to prostitute himself as rhetoric
the great or panhandle as local
historical buff displaying wares of "Lenni
Lenape," (which means "original people"
or "real people" in the Lenape language,
though said indigenous natives also known
as the Delaware, a name given by European)
particularly their kitchen middens whose
ghosts invariably haunt these regions grist,
for the mill of one story teller with overactive
imagination expounding on how one desperate
wordsmith wannabe or spouse sold their souls
to the devil, which action if successful would
which set in motion a vicious cycle necessitating
them to sell other parts of their body namely
major organs until they slowly but surely became
incorporeal beings able, eager, ready,
& willing to roam hither & yon, to and fro
across the webbed, wide world with few
if any obstacles in our way, whereat
nothing will thwart our collective endeavors
to sustain being linkedin to the air supply
eventually becoming absorbed into the ether
real medium encompassing the infinite
eternal cosmos, but interestingly enough
as the hours lapsed into late afternoon
especially when time approached
seventeen hundred hour myself & the spouse
dared the other to even whisper how
the fickle finger of fate showed a thumbs up
that no Mötley Crüe would appear
as the Iron Maiden de jure subjecting
ourselves on the receiving end of Poison,
thus dazed and confused as a Led Zeppelin
aimlessly spinning around like a whirling dervish,
who got stopped in his/her tracks to blink 182 times
plus me and the wife pinching ourselves &
the other to reckon eyes (usually subjected
to adversity since each of us got born) free
& clear of major catastrophe by a hair's breadth,
nevertheless feeling defeated living life struggling
with money woes & impossible mission for me
to eradicate indebtedness to this,
that or some other collection
agency no surprise ratcheting up frequency
when the purpose driven life ofttimes reaching
the tipping point where the grim reaper extended
a bony hand welcoming chemical romance videre licet
an accidental overdose of Fluoxetine elucidating
suicidal ideation as modus operandi to escape
(as a permanent solution)
the travails of penuriousness
still prevail at twenty two hundred hours
and never to late too send out an electronic sos for munificence.