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 leisurewear and matching luggage.
choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fuckingfabrics.
choose diy and wondering who the fuck you are on a sundaymorning.
choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing,
spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into yourmouth.
choose rotting away at the end of it all,
pishing your last in a miserable home,
nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-upbrats you have 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 thereasons? there are no reasons.
who needs reasons when you've got... heroin