Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family,
Choose a f*cking 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 f*cking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you
Are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing
Spirit-crushing game shows
Stuffing f*cking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all,
Pissing your last in a miserable home
Nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish,
F*cked-up brats
You have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life.

But why would I like to do a thing like that?