Stress (I Guess)

It's stress, 
  I guess, 
    that's making me a mess. 

I will, 
  confess, 
    I'm under some duress, 

And I, 
  profess, 
    I'd like a little less,

express,
  distress,
    unless I digress
      to excess
			
about my tooth abscess
looking for success
in trying to suppress
will conquer with finesse
then I can progress
with trying to impress	
and possibly outguess
adversaries unless
I happen to oppress
by trying to undress
the lovely high princess
then I would transgress
the rules of local press
the judge might grant recess
a sign of his largess
to which I will say yes.