Someone Has To Address Their Needs

Find fault with me. I have been in preparation... For dissections and critique. When I began testing the waters, I chose to jump in... Learning 'then' to sink, Or swim. With those of shallow minds. Or with those whose minds were 'deep'. I did not boast to float along like some. My intentions were based upon content. Flash splashes made to say I can make a wave, Or two. Was okay at first... But I have more than just that to do! I have been in practice for years! Find fault with me. I have been in preparation... For dissections and critique. If I have to say in poetic verse... How I hunger for true peace on Earth! I will be controversial, With comments some will bleep. And use I do choice cuss words too. If I feel a need to shake things loose! Or I may select a way to probe into minds... With an eeriness that creeps! That I love to do, For those of inflated etiquette standards pursued. You know the ones? Politically correct! And breaking their necks to hide their flaws. Why I love to watch their jaws drop? Why not? Those horses they ride high upon... Need rest! Someone has to address their needs. But I would rather convey, A way to promote... An understanding that is consciously invoked. However, If that doesn't work? You can rely on me to provoke with glee. With a stroke of bitterness... Yet mixed with lots of love to leave. Although, Not necessarily that easily found near the surface. Give me some credit for my attempts, To provide hints of contempt... With a dose of mystery!