Choose Life. Choose a job.
Choose a Career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television,
choose washing machines, cars,
compac disc players and
electrical tin openers.
Choose good healt, low
cholesterol, an 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 ar 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 al, 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