To add cream or not to add cream: that is the question
Whether 'tis nobler to suffer through
A meal that is predestined to better taste,
Or to take arms against the troubles of clogged arteries, and by adding cream ensure their demise.
To add cream, to eat something so sinfully delicious, the heartache of worry is forgotten.
'Tis an action that is very tempting.
To add cream, to experience food in a new way, but at what cost?
For if this addition of cream triggers the victory of a heart attack over antioxidants, how will I ever forgive myself for caving to the divine temptation?
Who is the man, so strong that he only eats semi-delicious food with the knowledge that better exists with only a touch of cream?
We mosey along though this life, never fully delighting in the possibilities of food, for fear is our barrier to greatness.
No bold eater has ever returned to declare the addition of cream superior to all consequences.
Our conscience dampens the zest for life.
Let not our fear allow us to forget the glory in action.
To practice clarinet or not to practice clarinet
Is it better to do a lot of homework, and waste my time that way,
Or work on something that will get me a scholarship?
That is the question.
When I practice for more than thirty minutes, my hand cramps up, the muscles in my hand and face get tired.
How can I even comprehend what an hour and a half could be like?
How many times should I run through thatC-flat minor scale? That stupid etude? I guess several thousand dollars at my colleges makes it matter.
Plus the TV show "Glee" does make non-practicers out of us all.
To study or not to study, that is the question
Whether it’s wiser for the grades to suffer
The tests and quizzes of unbelievable teachers
Or to take a stand against the piles of homework
And by ignoring end them. To procrastinate, to space out
No more—and by procrastinating we end
The obnoxiousness and the thousand assignments
That students are subject to! Its something that
We all wish would happen. To procrastinate, to space out
—maybe even doze off—that’s a problem
For in that mental doze of procrastination who
Knows what we may think of
When we have shrugged off our heavy backpacks
We should stop and consider
Why studying irritates us so
Because, who would actually want to do homework?
The grading’s off base, the system out of whack,
The humiliation of failed worksheets, the teacher’s delay,
The early hour, and the pen
That marks in red a well meant effort
When you could just blow it off
With an afternoon of TV? Who would decide to bear this?
To strain and study in their novel of notes?
But it’s that fear of failure
That unpleasant realm from which
No graduate can come, this stresses us out,
And makes us do our homework after all
Rather than temp the fate of borderline grades
It is our fear if report cards that keeps us learning
With this in mind
We put on a good face
And get over our distaste, opening our planners
And giving up on relaxation.
To clean or not to clean: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler to live in filth,
Amongst piles of clothes and mangled sheets,
Or to take the time to put everything
Back where they belong
To not clean would allow me more time for
Other important things such as TV and Facebook,
Yet my bathroom wouldst still be coated in dirt,
Ay, there’s the rub no one would favor.
For in that small room what germs may come
When we neglect the common hygiene.
For who would scavenge the clothes laden floor,
The proud man’s refusal leads to
The pangs of early morning rushing to find items,
The insolence of lost shoes,
The pungency of a once clean bathroom,
The disgrace of all those dirty dishes,
The black cloud that is a dirty room.
But if I do summon the momentum to clean,
To scrub the countertops,
To shelf stray makeup items,
To sweep and wash the tiles,
And to gather the clothing items,
And courageously haul them to the washing machine,
And then fold and put the articles in their place.
Who knows that that these places won’t become dirty again?
Thus that fear does make cowards of us all.
To Taco Bell or not to Taco Bell; that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the stomach to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous heartburn,
Or to take arms against a sea of tacos
And by opposing end them.
To eat, to digest-
No more- and by digest to say we end
The stomachache and the thousand natural gases
That flesh is heir to! 'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To eat, to digest-
To digest- perhaps to poop; ay, there's the rub,
For in that bathroom of death what poops may come
When we have shuffled off this restroom run
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so many burritos.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of acid,
The spicy burps, the proud man's farts,
The pangs of despised intestines, the colon's delay,
The insolence of Tums, and the spurns
That impatient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When the cashier himself might his tacos make
With a weak stomach? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat in a bathroom stall,
But that dread of something after lunch
The undiscovered sensation from whose burn
No eater returns, puzzles the will
To eat Panda or not to eat Panda: that is the question. Whether tis nobler to resist the temptation of the 3 entree plate, to refrain from that glorious feast or to give in to your lunchtime desires. To bask in the glory of a perfectly prepared batch of orange chicken and by so doing quell the monstrous craving inside. And yet what comes after the enjoyment has passed? The shame of knowing your diet is crushed? The knowledge that you just went up a pants size? The panicked rush to the bathroom? All this is known and yet every two weeks the craving returns and the internal struggle resumes its furious conflict.
To buy or not to buy; that is the question.
Is it better to live without this and suffer
The lack of fashion and public humiliation?
Or buy it and fight off the ravages of
poor fashion sense. To purchase, to spend no
more, and by spend we mean end the dread,
the nightmare of not looking your best. To
buy, to accessorize- maybe even a purse.
But there is the problem! What if it clashes?
What fashion disasters may come if we buy
the wrong color makes us think twice.
This thought make the risk so unbearable.
But who could put up with wearing last
Seasons styles, not brand names, only owning
30 pairs of shoes or having money burning
a hole in their pocket when you could so easily
give in and buy it? Who would put up with all
these things other than those who have fear of
buyers remorse. The possibility that it wont match,
with no returns and having it hanging tauntingly
in your closet. Letting this fear control us makes
poor shoppers of us all. And thus “Caveat Emptor”
(buyers beware) keeps us from making the purchase.
To ask Bobby out or not to ask Bobby out, that is the question. Whether it is better to live life like a nun or take a chance on love and win the heart of the boy you admire, to refrain and keep your heart safe or to chicken out and decide keeping your dignity is better.
But honestly, who would want to watch mushy gushy couples' public displays of affection, when you have no one for yourself.
Being surrounded by flowers and balloons on Valentine's Day, knowing none are yours. To have to listen to your friend telling you about all her latest love life news. Or bear another hit single about love, when you yourself could change this by losing your "I'm too dignified" mentality and ask the stupid kid out. I would take this chance if I was sure not to be rejected, or on the off hand, if he does accept, maybe he'll get too clingy and I'll tire of his presence.
Or worse, what if I lose my independence and find myself in a vicious cycle of forever needing affection?
Forget it - I'm not going to ask Bobby out.
To Run or Not to Run?
That is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler to veg and grow obese, and by vegging end them to sleep or succumb to laziness.
By sleep I end the tension I face--perchance to dream.
By sleep I may wake up more out of shape than before, increasing my guiltiness and will to eat rediculously large amounts of carbohydrates.
Why must I deal with this dilemma every day?
The cold, my fading willpower, stress and other studpid excuses make the tension impossible to bear.
Once the day ends--the tension never ceases.
But only to return the next day.
To endure the tension or to endure the facade of death by cause of heart explosion.
Only my guilt can tell.
To Procrastinate or not to procrastinate that is the question. Is it better to put it off for a later date, enjoy the time outside of school or to tackle it out now so there wont be more later on. To have freedom, rest the brain, to not deal with it. And by freedom we mean the right to do what we want. The feeling of joy that comes from it, is tempting to all. Put it off for another day. But as time goes, will the work grow? Will we put it off, till its to late to make it up? Why go through it at all if that will happen? Why would you want to work so hard when chances are you wont stop thinking about it later.
To go to school or not to go that is the question. Whether to be at school and suffer through the learning and work aside outrageous boredom, or to stay here in my nice warm bed and by opposing, be lazy. To skip, to sleep no more--and to skip we say end the brain ache and the thousand long minutes of lecture that are ears are exposed to. This is something we all would enjoy. To skip--perchance to miss. For in skippng we may lose a valuable lesson for our future, but who would want to sit all day and listen to the teacher ramble, without the use of cell phones, and overwhelming useless information. For if I were to stay at home I might by chance accomplish more. Yet if we dont go, the things we miss we'll never know. And homework may begin to compile amd makes us rather bear the boredom than stay at home and relax awhile.
To work out or not to work out?
That is the question.
Whether tis' nobler in the mind to suffer the reps and sweat
Or to watch another episode of Grey's Anatomy.
And eat a second dinner perhaps.
I could eat a second dinner and possibly gain an extra pound.
For who could endure the sheer jealousy of Jillian Michaels and her six pack.
Or Michelle Obama's biceps.
Those people make cowards of us all.
Thus my desire to throw in the towel.
I'm constantly burdened by my sedentary way of life.
To go to class, or not to go to class?
That is the question.
Whether 'tis better to sit in class bored listening to teachers babble, or to take the freedoms of having an open day against school's and parent's rules.
To leave, to learn no more- and by leave we mean end the torture and all the unfortunate parts of school.
But if we leave there is the chance that we will get caught.
Who would want to suffer through a full day of school?
The teachers pointless lectures, the smart kids ability to understand and the unfair grades.
When you can just walk out the doors and go home.
But the punishment we could receive can make us decide to just go and sit in class.
To consume dairy, or not to consume dairy?
That is the question.
Whether 'tis better to enjoy the taste of smooth sherbert with the results of lactose intolerance, or to simply pass on the milk shake.
Shall I eat that cheese stick? It is just a slight stomach ache-that's all it is.
But if I ingest the dairy that I desire there is the chance of a foul scent in my future.
The potential embarrassment and the possible future pain are just too much.