An Ode to Strange Situations

You are not a truly difficult
little problem.
You simply annoy and
twist my arm.
Yet you are
everywhere.

You do not make me weep,
little problem.
The problem is not that you
twist my arm.
It is more that I think about you
everywhere.

When here, you're not such a
little problem.
My eyes water as you
twist my arm.
But I still have hope...you can't be
everywhere!

This is an ode to those who are little problems...though they have no problem getting along with me...