Hitting Symbols with My Cock

I'm not the one you should worry about,
That concern for me urges my malice
To fuck-up the world in a terminal bout,
To evince vindication then exercise clout
By exerting invincible phallus.

Ball-peening penis or malleting glans
Are two weapons I've come to envision;
Venereal visage will ram through the plans
Of the spurious people till multiple scans
Show their heartbeat has gone in remission.

Pity should be for whom cannot produce
But a modicum of true affection.
The maudlin or stolid are wont to conduce
An embossing by bludgeon--your skin will traduce
What can fit on your face for protection.

I've been okay, and to prove I am strong
Way beyond the tame stringing of sinew
I'll cancel the tantrum of banshee with song,
Hum a subtle rebuttal, make slumber belong
To emotional issue within you.

Dissonant yell from inside you compels:
"Please adhere to appeal from devotion.
That guy is no fool, intonation foretells
Sleep befalling our folly could be what repels
A huge mauling by pubic-sent notion."