"Sarcasm with a 'S' "  I think.... :)   

addicted to scent,
addicted to sense.
although well is meant,
my help means quite less.

I ruin what I touch,
sour what I pass.
lose very much,
and just am a mass.

no where I belong,
no where I'm wanted.
anger will I spawn,
in those I have taunted.

my life will mean not,
alone shall I die.
my spirit shall thus rot,
no wonders shall I spy.

what more can I say?
what more need you know?
ask what you may,
but remember, I'm quite slow.

unable to reason, unable to think
I have little on my side.
I argue, I complain, I make a big stink.
happier the world, if I had just died.