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.
I choose not to choose life. I choose something else.