Wake up in the morning,argh! Its 4 in th morning,
Looking grumpy and tired,were you mourning?
Your phone is ringing,pick it up,
Argh! Never mind it's that number i don't recap,
Am hungry,so hungry i need some food,
Oh wait,i didn't dress up,don't want to be nude,
Phone is ringing once again,but i don't want to be rude,
Hang it up it's not worth,
It's not like she's in trouble at the North,
Back to the fridge is where am at,
Oh No! What's this,it's a filthy little rat,
Chase the evil spirits I did,
But my tasty sandwich,safe where it hid,
Sit,pour my cup of tea,
I'm not a fan of this tea committee,
Reluctant to the morning at hand I cannot change,
Open the window,oh no! It's him with his Range,
It's Mark,that egocentric fellow,
A kamba who's short and a fun of bright yellow,
His clothes,his shoes even his teeth,
All that ego but hides his sorrows beneath,
Typical mornings I say,I'm tired of this,
Knock! Knock! Oh no! It's my terrible niece,
Sit right there,my morning is already bad,
I wish i could sing my pain away like a little bird,
Gunshots heard,it's the friendly neighborhood gangster,
Practising his gun skills although he's quite a youngster,
Phone ring once again,
What now,please don't bother me,you hen!
This is your father speaking idiot,grab a pen!
He gives me a number to get some money,
Oh my God! My day just got sunny,
Typical mornings,what can you expect?
If you get this poem you can easily connect.
"Morning is the time to focus on the day and forget the night"
-Wayne Sultan-

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