Nonsense or sadistic trait?

I have waited long for vengeance,
At last I’ve had my chance.
I’ve looked the Peanut in the eye
And kicked him in the pants.

The old harpoon was ready
With aim and timing true,
I sank it to the handle,
And stung him through and through.

The little bastard shivered,
And lost the power of speech.
His face turned green and quivered
As he struggled not to screech.

For all weary battles,
For all my hours of woe,
At last I’ve had my innings
And laid the Peanut low.

I know I’ve still to suffer,
And run a weary race,
But oh! the blessed pleasure!
I’ve wrecked the Peanut’s face.

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