Yeah, I've thought about it.
Hell, it's all I think of some days.
And there are infinite ways!
Some clever, you'd be amazed.

But here I am, haven't done it.
I have a plan, a good one too!
All is old, and nothing is new.
And I'm tired of feeling "blue".

So, what's stopping me?!
Why am I still just writing poetry,
When I could be hanging from a...