Choose Life. Choose a job.
Choose a career. Choose
a family. Choose a fucking
big television, choose
washing machines, cars,
compact disc players and
electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low
cholesterol, and dental
insurance. Choose fixed
rate mortgage payments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear and
matching luggage. Choose
a three piece suite on hire
purchase in a range of
fucking fabrics. Choose
DIY and wondering who
the fuck you are on a
Sunday morning. Choose
sitting on that couch
watching mind-numbing,
spirit crushing game
shows, stuffing fucking junk
food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the
end of it all, pishing your
last in a miserable home,
nothing more than an
embarrassment to the
selfish, fucked up brats you
spawned to replace
yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.