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 leisurewear and matching
luggage. Choose a three piece suit
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 embarassment to the
selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned
to replace yourself.
Choose your future .
Choose life.
Could it be any harder