• FOWC: pedestrian https://fivedotoh.com/2022/05/06/fowc-with-fandango-pedestrian/
• 3TC: house, apartment, condo https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/05/06/three-things-challenge-955/
• YDWP: tirade https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/05/06/your-daily-word-prompt-Tirade-ydwordprompt-may-6-2022/
• EM’s RWP: comment https://emkingston.wordpress.com/2022/05/06/e-m-s-rwp-156-comment/
• Ragtag: cobalt https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/05/06/rdp-friday-cobalt/
• Daily Spur: entitlement https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/tag/word-of-the-day/

As a pedestrian here, alone on my way
home to my condo on this glorious day
I think to myself in my tirade of thoughts
all of my nots and all of my oughts
My old house was cobalt, a bright brilliant blue
splashed with a strange yellow-orangey hue
I’d comment some more on the relics inside
Since I honestly have nothing to hide
But to bore you to death is not what I think
So I’d rather you sit and relax with a drink
I used to think I was the center of earth
Entitlement was the sum of all of my worth
My apartment was grand but empty as hell
The rest of my tale, I might as well tell
I had no love life, apart from my cat
An old catty man-child, or something like that
My cooking was sparse, take out boxes abound
That sat on my table, since no one’s around
The laundry was dirty, except for the socks
No one wants dirty feet, or feet cut on the rocks
Of the path that leads here and to other homesteads
I could continue my tale, but will go home now instead.

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