According to my mother,

    You're the grounds in my coffee.
    You're the hair in my stew.
    You will always be
    My atrocity.
    I can do without you.

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Finjan (in DigiTrad, but incomplete by a damn sight)

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Eyes of Night Owls by Bob Kanefsky:

    Grind, children, grind
    For a clear and wakeful mind
    That can work thru the night if we please.
    Grind, children, grind --
    We're preserving humankind,
    And we each have our own priorities.