Bashing up The New Year

Hands they did not Grope -
Her, in pairs of Seventy.
Eyes they did feast on
In crores of plenty.
You wanted it and hence
You kept mum;
What thought you had,
That her dignity saved
By mere blurring of the bum?

Maniacs all around,
Fear unbound,
Triumpant she came, though
With hurt and pain.
Inconsiderate, you "Flashed"
Untouched, but she wailed,
When her hymen you tore,
In the news, again and again.

Beyond the fort of her palms,
Not a nail could pass, when
All there was,
A thin hair's gap,
And Only Barbarians neared.
But for you the fort was gone,
Your tongue was rolling,
Her assets squealing,
All day, unstopped, untired.

All you could do,
In the beam was to catch fourteen.
Where are the thousands,
That were left in the hiding?
Chuck your pen,
Pick the Sword mightier,
On the judgement day, you
Might hang till death.
But Today, chop those hands,
Dig those eyes and
Bring their shovelled balls;
My museum wants to fill,
In the list of "Species Extinct".