Tick in my Leg

I was pulling on my pants today, so mundane,

When I spotted something strange, causing me no pain, yet distress.

A little invader, a tick on my shin,

Clinging halfway under, a sneaky little sin.

I tried to brush it off, but it wouldn’t budge,

Stuck to my leg like a stubborn grudge.

In that moment, my patience took a dive,

I’d never felt so offended, so alive.

A tick, a tiny trespasser, so brazen and bold,

Making my skin its new stronghold.

Oh, the audacity of such a little plight,

I’ve never been so offended in my life.