SNEAKING CANDY

She looked over, guiltily.
Yet she did not stop.
Snap. Crackle. Pop. Her
fingers in her mouth, a smile,
a nod, chewing on. She
had a hidden supply. Imagine
that, Halloween being a week
before. A stash indeed, freely
given. To all our children, far and
wide. There is a tide. A tide of
candy, the USA. Nobody knows it,
but Willy Wonka is our God.
Keep it coming, it can't be
stopped. The people will
riot, blood in the streets. Tires
would be blazing. War in our
nation, would not be absurd.
Give us our candy. Red, white,
and blue...purple, green, and
fuchsia too! World economies
collapse, but candy makers
can't keep up. Everybody wants
some. You want some too! Who
wouldn't? Pure glucose in my
veins. My inner most child in
heaven on earth. Men and
Women, we will not be denied.
They better get us our candy,
or there will be a fight.