Choose Life

Choose your future.

Choose life.

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 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 are on a Sunday morning.

Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing

sprit-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 embarrassment to the selfish

fucked-up brats that you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life.

I chose not to choose life.

I chose something else.

Choose your future.

Choose life.

Choose life.

Choose your future.

Choose life.

I chose something else.

Choose your future.

Choose your future.

Choose life.