I'm a thumping beat in your headphones, a fictional professional that you live in. A challenge for the wolf but you can drop me on a witch.

Without telling a story, I can make your eyes all teary. You might find me appeeling. So don't hesitate to give me a ring.

Think of the last word you see when you lose a video game. Next, the most common top level domain, then the plural of a tool no writer can live without, and last the past tense of eat. Fix em together; what do you get? A perfectionist’s worst habit.

I swore to shield your precious eye, to block the dust that dares to fly, but oops, I slipped! Now here I dwell, a tiny ninja causing hell. You blink, you tear, you curse my name. Yet with every flutter, I’m the same.

I have four eyes that you surely can't Miss. But take them away and I sound like a lisp.