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 leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase In a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you Are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing Sprit-crushing ga me shows Stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, Pishing you last in a miserable home Nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, Fucked-up brats You have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
Written by: JEPTHER MCCLYMONT, MICHAEL TAYLOR, NORBERTH CLARKE, JEPTHER WASHINGTON MCCLYMONT, MICHAEL GEORGE TAYLOR, NORBERTH ASHLEY CLARKE
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