Life.Choose a fucking big television.Choose washing machines, cars...
compact disc players and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health...
Iow cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed-interest mortgage payments.
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.
hose D.I.Y. and wondering who the fuckyou are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing,spirit-crushing game shows...
stuffing fucking 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, fucked-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?
Lazy
Love Dazed
Not Impressed
