I arrive uninvited when effort is high, a bubble of betrayal, no tears, but some may cry. Born from your grind, or a poor shoe choice, I silently scream with a fleshy squishy voice.

Even when I’m by myself I’m always a pair. Only those with a Sharp mind know what I am.

Golden crescent fruit, Doth slip from its yellow skin, Sweet within, dost hide.

I have my own dozen, I make you your food. what am I?

I count without fingers, I move without feet. I never sleep, But I tick and repeat.