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-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 fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing ga me shows,
stuffing fucking 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, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life.