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 DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mindnumbing,
spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing 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 you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose Life ...