Routine Roughin' Poem by author unknown

Sometimes life is utterly revolting and tiring;
With its boring obligations-
Life is strife.
I wish that I could take these moments
And throw them in a
Dumpster called 'Life.'
Perhaps I am a sissy,
But I weep for worthless worries,
Hating that these soppy tears
As well are nothing.
That is why, at night I calmy
Lay down on the road of dreams,
And I watch the moon a'changing.
The moonbeams and their stars,
As they illuminate existence.
I wish that
Life was beautiful
(As well) .