Choose.

Choose Life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television,
choose washing machines,
cars,
MP3 players
and electrical can openers.
Choose good health,
low cholesterol,
and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage payments.
Choose a home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose an outfit in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose watching mind-numbing game shows,
while stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting, pissing your last in a miserable home,
an embarrassment to brats you spawned to replace yourselves.

Choose your future.
Choose life...
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I choose not to choose life.
I choose somethin' else.
And the reasons?

There are no reasons.