Trainspotting

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 repaymants.

Choose a starter home.

Choose your friends.

Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.

Choose a three-piece suite n hire purchase 

in a range of fucking fabrics.

Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning.

Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing,

spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking jank food into your mouth.

Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home,

nothing more than an embarassement to the selfish, fucked up

rats you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose future.

Choose life