(We all dislike/hate certain words and locutions; here are some of mine.)
“At the end of the day”—such a hideous phrase,
It’s the kind of locution that summons a daze.
I’ll invite you to join me—a trip to the woods,
Where the quicksand will surely deliver the goods.
As you slowly descend in this horrible way,
I will say that I’m loving the end of your day.