you-can-fly: 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 me 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.

you-can-fly:

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 me 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.