Why let the icky critters bother!
They traipse hither and thither,
And why'd that drive one farther!
It is neither ire nor hate, to be exact,
But a knotty recondite composite,
It is normal and natural
To find a thing despicable,
Still letting that trouble
Isn't beneficial for peaceful survival.
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