A snarky stream-of-consciousness poem? Heh. Why not? 😀

This was written for Linda Hill’s Stream-of-consciousness Saturday (SoCS), which I have not done in forever. I think my consciousness stopped streaming. Maybe something to do with the WiFi?

By the Way

 By the way
 I thought 
 you’d weigh
 the whey
 as they say
 not as you do
 today (most days)
 your own way.

end
Sascha Darlington

My other writings for SoCS can be found here.