I choose not to choose

"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 leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase
in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose D.I.Y. and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting, watching mind-numbing,
spirit-crushing game shows,
stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it,
pissing your last in a miserable home.
Choose your future. Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life."