Coded target of my rockets

                       Handsome guy, hey, with your pickaxe,
 

                           won't you take a look at my stitches?
 

                           Won't you relax your sharp sword
 

                           and let me across your high walls?
 

                            Hey, guy, with your conceited ego,
 

                            won't you explode and hiding no more?
 

                            A deadlock-game stands in your pocket,  
 

                            despite i used my very best rocket,
 

                            - but this is only my mad mistake -
 

                            i almost forgot the sad shame,
 

                            that all males are weak and so faint!