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.