Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Underclock

I know you hate me oh so much,

Your hate because I do my job,

To coax you to your work as such.

Your hate does make me sad a gob.

So I've decided not to work,

So you won't have to work as well.

You can sleep in because I shirk

Doing what you consider hell.

Now, no matter how I am set,

When that time comes, I won't go off.

A no alarm clock you now get,

So no more cause at me to scoff.

Overclock, I'm hated by you,

So underclock, now I will do.