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 dentalChoose fixed-interest
mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear
and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite
on hire purchase
in a range of f*cking fabrics.
Choose D.I. Y. and wondering who
you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting,
watching mind-numbing,
spirit-crushing game shows
stuffing fu*king junk food
into your mouth.
Choose rotting away
at the end of it,
pissing your last
in a miserable home
An embarrassment
to the selfish,
f*cked-up brats that you've
spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
But why would I want to do
a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life.
I chose something else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons.
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