Green Eggs & 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 married 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 shuffle off this mortal coil
' Could stab myself with 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 --
Could drop a toaster in my tub.
Would all be glad if I were dead
Could I, perhaps, kill them instead?
This thought takes some consideration
For I’m the king of procrastination.
