Sweet Emporium of Death

Might I die one night in May
when Candy Land heaven caves,
bubblegum rainbows hail pelts at me
and a tsunami of caramel waves?

If perchance I find myself
drowning in taffy quicksand
while staccato Red Hots titillate,
would you Snicker or lend me a hand?

The world you say would lack my sweet
tooth yellowed not now but later,
and I would miss boxed chocolates;
powdered sugar’s reward is greater.