In the hustle of life’s chaotic waltz,
Anxiety takes the lead, a frenetic force,
A symphony of nerves, a pounding drum,
Pain struts in, a dance where underdogs hum.

Grifters weave tales with silver-tongued glee,
Smooth talkers, slick walkers, a dubious spree,
But in the shadows, karma starts to stir,
A cosmic reckoning for those who incur.

Underdogs rise, a resilient crew,
Been through the ringer, yet strength they imbue,
An irreverent army, charmingly raw,
Their battle cry echoes, defying the law.

Pain, the maestro, conducts the strife,
A cacophony of chaos, a turbulent life,
But within the discord, resilience blooms,
A middle finger to anxiety’s gloom.

Retribution whispers in karma’s ear,
Grifters beware, for your time is near,
The underdogs, once trodden and worn,
Now dance on the graves where illusions were born.

In the rhythm of chaos, a poetic spree,
An irreverent ode to anxiety,
Pain and grifters, beware the twist,
Karma’s retribution, a furious fist.

So, let the underdogs howl at the moon,
Their journey, a ballad, a triumphant tune,
For in the mayhem, a truth unfurls,
Karma’s retribution, for the underdog whirls.