Loss maybe a floss
But cross is a puss
In a worldly moss

Wanting to win is paramount to anxiety
Wanting to get that bag can't change a thing
Wishing may make you hyped
Yet, it always ends in wishes

Being pumped is something larks
It slumps adrenaline when nothing is forthcoming
Bringing a world of unquenchable chaos
For there is no end sight to your goal

I could floss my teeth
But could I bear the pain
The aftermath of losing my sweet...