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 immoloition?
  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.