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.