To get me Up I set the Thing,
Then I dread When it will Ring.
Agony is Self-Imposed,
Insane Logic is Exposed.
The Only case I Acquiesce,
When I Wake up in a Mess,
If the Time left on the Clock,
Delays the Punishment of Shock.
But the Thing that Jerks my Jaws,
If I wake and look Because,
The time remaining that I See,
Is too Short ‘til it Dings Me.
What I need to Counteract,
A device to Help fight Back.
At will into Slumber Modes,
Faster than when Ring Implodes.