Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a big television. Choose washing machines, cars, Compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of 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 junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, in a miserable home, Nothing more than an embarassment To the selfish brats that you spawned to replace yourselves.
Choose your future. Choose life.
I chose not to choose life. I chose something else.