Am I a Mess

I do digress Am I a mess I must confess So much duress Sometimes suppress I must profess Take no bs And will outguess How hard to press It will transgress When I regress I do depress My minds undress That my willingness Is the forgiveness Of my hopelessness If I impress Will I egress Or to ingress How do I guess The move in chess Will I say yes Or what to bless And to process My own distress Do I oppress Or use finesse Should I caress Maybe to assess And to access The true bareness With my princess In her nightdress She does possess A true largesse She is noblesse A son named jess In her sundress A true success Almost fluoresce I won’t compress How she does dress Or set her tress Does so impress Do I obsess Wear my headdress Also wardress Will I progress In my broadness Used my clothespress Tried a winepress Then to repress Had to redress Ate watercress Changed a shirtdress I am no less I will express Not to excess Won’t do unless Drain the abscess To what address I will egress At my recess I have no stress