I Chose life.
I Chose a job.
I Chose a career.
I Chose a fucking big television
I Chose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
I Chose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
I Chose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
I Chose a starter home.
I Chose my fucking friends.
I Chose leisure wear and matching luggage.
I Chose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
I Chose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
I Chose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows
Stuffing fucking junk food into my mouth.
I Chose 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.
I Choose my future.
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