Maple Syrup

The world is hemorrhaging in maple syrup
Things that had harmony and balances are all sticky now
The plate came with copious amounts of sweet sticky

Every hand railing and door knob only had slide
Banana and nut pancakes are the only traction provided
They stick to your tummy
My tongue removes the sticky icky from my fingers
As I walk away my feet stick to the floor

My socks permeate maple syrup

I just can't imagine life without maple syrup
Somebody says where is it all coming from

The retort maple trees

Paper money is no longer in vogue

Metal money is longer lasting and easy to separate

It is all so very odd and disconcerting
For some old curmudgeons and doom Sayers

Maple syrup on banana and nut pancakes isn't an option
Yet the sunset through maple syrup is to die for