Syrup trap

Ta Da! Million dollar poem. Write me a check!

I wear your butter 

Upon my skin 

Better than any other 

For this sad has been  

You stick to me 

You s****y adhesive thumb tack 

Going all sugar tree 

Treating me syrup covered flapjack  

Now that breakfast 

Has run its course 

Time wash and rest 

Dirty dish sex source

Author's Note

I'm not going to lie, its 2 in the morning and I'm hungry for pancakes and I have an awkward boner. How's that for writing inspiration?