Trainspotting

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.