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Green Eggs and Hamlet

I ask to be, or not to be.
That is the question, I ask of me.

This sullied life, it makes me shudder.
My uncle's boffing dear, sweet mother.

Would I, could I take my life?
Could I, should I, end this strife?

Should I jump out of a plane?
Or throw myself before a train?

Should I from a cliff just leap?
Could I put myself to sleep?

Shoot myself, or take some poison?
Maybe try self immolation?

To shudder off this mortal coil,
I could stab myself with a fencing foil.

Slash my wrists while in the bath?
Would it end my angst and wrath?

To sleep, to dream, now there's the rub.
I could drop a toaster in my tub.

Would all be glad, if I were dead?
Could I perhaps kill them instead?

This line of thought takes consideration -
For I'm the king of procrastination.