Take, take take, I take it all day-
I say that I had candy today;
In the back, back, back of a car-
A car that hadn’t driven very far.
I asked the man what he had in his hand-
Of the question he did not scowl and reprimand-
And I saw it was candy inside of his hand;
If I had the choice to do over, I’d do it again.
We drove, drove, drove, drove very far,
To the edges of streets, past fast-moving cars;
We saw lenders of candy stretch out all their hands-
To give us more candy-to be taken away, not again.
I looked towards the candy, all shoved in a seat-
And I looked to the man, so clean and so neat-
I thought I was threw with being a child-
And what candy could do was no more than mere mild.
They say candy can take a man’s life away,
And that day was just like the other days-
I paid three-hundred dollars for the candy and said-
I do not care if my face goes numb, or my veins turn red-
I will pay for my candy again and again.
There is nothing sweeter than this confection-
There is nothing more delicate and nice;
I hold onto bags of white candy dust,
And bring it to my home in strides.
I sit all alone with my candy-
And breath it in through my nose,
The smell of it caressing my nostrils-
The feel of it coming in droves.
You can kidnap a child and lock it up-
Or hold a prisoner down in handcuffs-
But the escape for them is much easier, I do say-
Than if they had tried my candy today.