Morning Routine Poem by Kenny Mantinelli

Tick, Tick, Tock,
Off goes the clock;
Half-past one,
Time for me to run.

Jog through sleep,
All these dreams to keep;
Step back from pain,
Start to feel some gain.

Here comes harm,
Off goes the alarm;
Awake from my slumber,
Time to dial that number.

Ring, ring, ring,
The phone begins to sing;
Along comes that voice,
I've got no other choice.

I tried calling twice,
Neither would suffice;
I'll try once again,
Give me five to ten.

Eyes start to close,
Deep thoughts arose;
Here comes the sound,
Reality spins around.

Good morning baby,
Is it time to save me?
It is time to grow,
In mind and soul.

Want to call me after?
Hopefully much faster;
Have fun for me,
Goodbye sweetie.

Click.