Defeat

You get kicked in the middle,
When you face a riddle,
You get inside a diddle,
And there’s a fact that you can’t fiddle,
Whenever you try you piddle,
Your bad habits make you twiddle,
You hope that you have done more than a little,
Your own bones are brittle,
Your results are tittle,
When you cut you whittle,
You’re too slow for a missile,
But you have to become bristle,
You have to be fissile,
Bounce back up like a gristle,
Your dreams will whistle,
You have to remember to never get a dismissal.

Mix both ends together,
Good and bad make the worst weather,
But you have to feather,
So that you can fly from your nether,
You have to be like leather,
When you need to you will use a tether,
When you can’t you will never,
You will be clever and pull the lever,
Everything meaningless you will sever,
You will have to endeavour.

Every price has a cost,
Be careful, your treasure might get lost,
You will try so hard that your fingers will never be crossed,
Your future will turn to frost,
So than you can reach it with a toss,
You will never be left as the last.