XPRMENTAL

Choose a 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 DSY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stucking junk food into your mouth.

Choose rotting away in the end of it all,
pishing your last in a miserable home,
nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish,
fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself,
choose your future.

Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?