The Candy Man

The Candy Man has rock sugar boogers, marshmellow sperm.
On the soles of his feet are candy corn corns.

His eyes are jawbreakers, his teeth made of pez.
He farts cotton candy and bleeds punch colored red.

His internal organs are all jello molds.
And when he gets cancer it looks like Oreos.

His pus is butterscotch topping, his dandruff frosted flakes.
His piss is marketed in all forty eight states.

Necco wafers for toe nails, chocolate for ear wax.
He rubs his candy whistle when he wants to relax.

His right hand is cookies, connected with nugget.
His left hand?  I don't know.  Some kid ran off with it.

So do you want to be the Candy Man?
Do you want to have red vine for veins?
No, you don't want to be the Candy Man,
Cause your bones all break easy
When they're made from candy stick canes.