Choose a family, Choose a fu*king big television,,
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players,and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fu*king fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fu*king junk food into your mouth.Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fu*ked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
But who would I want to do a thing like that?
I choose not to choose life: I choose something else.