Care Less

My hands off the handle.
Rocket radiation couldn't even compare to the next big thing, holding the candle.
I scare you? Mild violence, tempertantrums cannot.
There's no reason for the things I do.
Give a shit, I do not.
Three strikes then your out, that's what's life's all about.
You don't get what you need, only to serve.
Everyone will get their just deserts.