I've been systematically offending everyone I know.
Cataloging my contacts all in a row;
Working my way down the list firing verbal arrows,
At each in turn.
Why would I?
I don't know.

I am the first among my family to develop
a securely precarious mental balance.
Proving time after time to all,
That no matter how stable I become,
I remain...
Unpredictable.

What will I say to the pastor of my church?
Something depraved and sinful.
What will I say to anyone who respects me?
Anything to prove them wrong.
What should I do to burn every bridge?
Destroy every friendship?
Begin a new war?
Whatever comes to mind to accomplish those goals.

I have no reason to offend you.
My life like a beacon representing what not to do.
I am a terror, a discomfort, a raving lunatic,
Yet there are still those,
Who keep me around regardless of all.
Why? Because my skills are impressive.
Despite it all, I am always useful.